Chapter 11: May I..
Ariana’s eyes widened as Zavren’s gaze locked onto hers. Her head spun with a million questions.
How was this even possible?
No wonder she had felt it that night—that eerie sensation, like she was walking into the devil’s den. She had sensed it, known deep down that he wasn’t an ordinary man. His presence alone had screamed danger, yet she’d brushed it off, especially since he had stayed at a modest local hotel that night.
But now... as he stood before her, his gloved hands gently holding hers, his grey-crimson eyes locked onto her like a predator, the world around them seemed to fall away.
The crowd stilled as though time had paused for their moment alone.
Then, his deep, smooth voice echoed—loud enough to break the silence.
"May I have this dance?"
Ariana’s mouth opened, then closed, shock written all over her face. Slowly, she nodded, her cheeks flushing.
How could she say no?
Rejecting him now would only raise suspicions—and make things far worse. She was already in a mess far bigger than she could have ever imagined.
Ava, still as a statue, simply watched. Her body refused to move as Alpha Zavren led Ariana to the center. Her legs trembled, her wide shocked eyes fixed on them.