Zavian's POV

She lifted her hand, her fingers brushing my jaw lightly. “You look tense, Alpha.”

“I’m not,” I said roughly.

“Then why do you look like you’re trying so hard not to feel?” she whispered.

Her words were like a ray of light illuminating the darkness I was trying to hide. It was the alcohol, I must have drank too much. Maybe it was the hurt in Velvet’s voice that was still haunting me.

Whatever it was I felt like I wasn't myself anymore.

For a moment, I let down my guard.

Seraphine leaned in, her lips grazing the corner of my mouth.

Like a dragon fly landing on...