DIANA'S POV
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Elijah stepped off the tiled stairs, his eyes pinned on me. He looked every bit the Alpha, he wore tailored charcoal suit, dark hair combed back, exposing the curved lines of his jaw.
Five years ago, I would have melted under that gaze. Back then, whenever Elijah looked at me, I felt like moonlight was pouring over my skin, like I was the heroine of his story. But today, his look made my throat taste like ash.
Why did I even allow myself to kiss him during Sarah's wedding ceremony?
"Diana," he said, his voice dropping into a smooth, low register. He barely glanced at AJ beside me, or Sarah and Alex standing behind us. He extended his hand toward me. "You came home."
The word hit my chest like a physical blow. Home?
Before I could step away from him, the ancient heat slammed against my ribs. A sudden, violent wave flushed down my spine, pooling low between my thighs.
