Sarah POV
“Butt out, Harper, it’s my turn to get some sugar,” the Alpha winked at her. Sarah made a disgusted face in return.
“Oh, don’t pretend you don’t like it. I know your type,” the man scoffed.
“How dare you talk to me like that? What if I was the Princess?”
“Oh please, as if anyone would care. It’s not like her father isn’t selling her off like cattle. We all know they don’t really care what happens to her,”
“Look, St. James, the lady doesn’t want what you’re offering. Let. Her. Go.” Marcus grated out, keeping his voice down to not attracted any unwanted attention.
“Fine. You can have her, she’s clearly a prude anyway,” Julian snapped, pushing her toward Marcus. So that’s Alpha Julian. She hadn’t recognized him with the mask on.
Marcus caught her and swayed her on the dance
