Alpha Evon’s words hung in the air between us. His gaze never wavered from mine, the intensity in his eyes making it clear that he was waiting for me to confirm what we both already knew.
He wanted me to admit it. But I couldn’t. Not yet.
Before I could form a response, he moved. Slowly, his hand traced a path along my waist, his fingers grazing over the fabric of my dress. I sucked in a sharp breath, every nerve in my body sparking to life under his touch.
He didn’t rush. There was no urgency in his movements, only a careful, calculated teasing that made my heart pound even harder. His fingers traveled over my hips, lingering just below my rib cage before they dipped lower, catching the hem of my dress. He lifted it slowly, inch by inch, his gaze never leaving mine, carefully studying
