Azura's POV
The morning sun was already up, shining bright over the pack grounds. But inside the hallway of the Alpha's house, it felt like it was still midnight.
I stood outside Rhydor's study, my back pressed against the cold stone wall. My heart was racing so hard I thought it might burst. I looked down at myself and felt like a total fool. I was wearing a big, heavy cloak that covered me from my neck to my toes, but I knew what was hiding underneath. That red silk dress. It was thin, slippery, and made me feel like I was walking around in my skin.
This is a terrible idea, I thought. My hands were shaking. This isn't seduction, this is suicide. I am walking into the Alpha's room looking like a gift wrapped in red string.
Genevieve's voice was stuck in my head: Use the bond, Azura. He is a man. Then I heard Liona's voice: Don't trip, don't stutter, and for Goddess sake don't let him see you sweat!
I took a deep breath.
In. Out.
