Velvet’s POV

I didn't hate how cold he sounded. I wanted him to be a little jealous, a little flustered.

Now he was. He's addictive.

We reached the front of the hostel. A few girls were standing around chatting. The moment we walked in, they all turned.

Their eyes scanned him from head to toe. Some curl their lips. Others twirling their bodies, pretending to be playing with each other.

“Good morning, Alpha.” They chorused with seductive tones. I fumed, looking away.

“Good morning.” Zavian said it. Cold. Non-chalant. He didn't look when I turned back.

I smiled.

Good for them.

Their eyes switched to me. Frowns. Jealousy. Anger. They...