Damian
"She is here." Varak's voice roared inside my head when Rosella stepped into the great hall.
He had been waiting for her just as I am.
A sharp jolt ran through my veins, like lightning awakening something buried deep within me. My senses stirred as her lavender scent filled the air. Even with the number of people in the throne room, her scent was all I could smell.
Its intoxicating smell was strong enough to send a chill down my spine.
Rosella moved with elegance and quiet grace, her steps steady and unhurried, her head held high, and I couldn't help but stare at how she looked different in the red dress I had sent her.
The soft glow from the chandeliers kissed her skin, giving her an ethereal presence that drew every gaze in the room. I couldn't take my eyes off her; it seemed I wasn't the only one.
The Alphas seated across the hall turned to watch her, their gazes filled with hunger that made my blood burn.
