CALISTA'S POV

I staggered back into the party with unsteady legs, and the Alpha King walking behind me. Occasionally from time to time I could feel his fingers gently fiddle with my hair, brush my waist or gently tug on a piece of my dress as if he has to be in contact with me at all times or I would disappear into thin air.

And each touch left an electric feeling rushing over my skin that made it anticipate the next, now that I was fully aware that he remembered that night there was no way I could not be embarrassed around him at least I could put up...