Danika POV

He snatched my drink, making it impossible for me to breathe because he took it along with the drink. Clothed in a black suit was the strongest Alpha. His presence intimidatingly vehement, his scent was strong, and he was dressed deliciously to kill, unlike the last time I saw him.

This time he took his time to appear good-looking, and he did one hell of a good job. “That’s mine. And you wouldn’t mind sharing it with me, would you?” he smirked, taking a sip from the drink.

“You should have asked for yours instead of snatching mine.”

His eyes shone with mischief, like he was brewing something...