Chapter 67: My Man
A woman with straight, jet-black hair falling neatly to her shoulders stood gazing in awe at Lethia and Renar’s table—no, she was looking straight at Renar.
She wore a ruffled-collar blouse tucked into satin dress pants and a fitted blazer, the kind of outfit that instantly screamed high intellect and heavy influence.
But what made Lethia blink and stare longer was the woman’s eyes. They were sharp, seductive, and their golden-amber hue gleamed like a hawk’s, fierce and hypnotic.
The way she moved, her long legs accentuated by the flow of her pants, made it clear she was slightly taller than Lethia. And that dazzling, soft smile tugging at her lips could snatch anyone’s attention without even trying.
Everything about her presence screamed, "I know I’m irresistible, and you don’t even deserve to breathe near me."
A look Lethia had seen plenty in Lykon Haven, but this woman made it something else—because the way her gaze sliced through the air sent an involuntary shiver down the spine of anyone caught in it.
["Whohooo... she’s one of those rare she-wolves. She’s got that ’fuck me harder, I dare you’ bitch energy."] Whisney suddenly chirped inside Lethia’s head, making her frown.
’What kind of nonsense are you telling now?’
["Those vexing hawk eyes... only a rare Alpha she-wolves have that. Sometimes they even dominate Alpha males."]
’How would you know that?’
There was a beat of silence from Whisney as the woman closed the distance to their table.