Andria's POV
Mel giggled and shook the bottle in his direction, urging him to drink instead if he can't carry on with the dare.
The wolves chanted louder, pounding on the floor.
"Kiss her! Kiss her!"
Tristan didn't want to.
I saw it in his eyes, I felt it in his movement.
In the way his shoulders tensed, in how his jaw clenched, in how he looked back at me.
But the chant grew louder.
He turned, closed his eyes and grabbed Alexa by the waist, drawing her closer to himself.
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I shot upright so fast my vision blurred.
My breath tore out of me in sharp, frantic bursts. Sweat clung to my skin, dampening my hairline, sticking my shirt to my spine. My hands were shaking violently and uncontrollably.
The dream felt so real, and I couldn't help what I felt. Tristan is kissing Alexa because of a game. Another wave of jealousy washed through me.
I can't sit there and watch that happen; it will wreck me and our mate bond.
