I frowned and was about to remark on his sour mood when a woman with
flowers in her hair took my wrist, and suddenly, she and I were bounding into
the frenzy of laughing people.
The thrum of the drums reverberated through my body, and I closed my
eyes, letting my hips move with the tempo of the music. I felt free and alive,
not a care in my m
ind.
Hours or seconds or minutes passed as I spun around the garden until an
invisible force slowed me to a stumbling halt. I opened my eyes, and my gaze
locked onto Jaxson’s.
He stood at the edge of the crowd, his attention entirely focused on me,
like a predator stalking its prey. His stare was so intense that I felt it vibrate
the air between us.
Shivers inched down my spine, and a tightness spread through my chest,
narrowing to a point above my heart. And then, like a thread wrapped around
me, it tugged me toward the man with the honey-gold eyes. Jaxson Laurent.
My alpha.
I moved nearer until our bodies were inches apart. Tilting my head, I
looked up into his steely eyes. He wore a tortured expression, and now that I
was close enough to touch him, I saw that every one of his muscles was
tensed.
“Do you want to dance with me?” I asked.
“I don’t dance.” His voice was gruff and grouchy, and I couldn’t help but
laugh. I had a hard time imagining it, to be fair.
But we were in the most beautiful place. It was such a tragedy. How
could this man be in such a foul mood?
How do I make a wolf come out of its den?
But I already knew.
I let the thread draw me to within an inch of him—so close I could almost
feel his heartbeat. I gave him a demure look. “Chase me, Jaxson.”