Harley’s P.O.V.

A pleasant smile stretched my lips as I trembled, both with nerves and excitement. Sliding my hand into Carlos's wide palm, I accepted the lovely invitation, and we stepped into the rhythm, moving across the polished marble floor.

The band played a romantic song, creating an ideal situation for our dance. But my heart raced so wildly that everyone must have heard it. I tried to keep my composure, acting cool. However, the pressure of a keen audience got on my nerves, making it hard to focus on my alpha mate.

Carlos noticed my unease too. He leaned closer, his voice dropping to that husky timbre that never...