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I shoot her a questioning glance; do I sense hostility in the way she says 'Alpha'? Makes sense. There’s no reason I should be surprised.
Danielle lets me step even closer, and I place one hand on her lower back, and the other takes her dainty palm into mine.
I pause.
What the hell was that?
As soon as I touched her, a jolt zapped my body, like one big,pleasurable, electric shock. My wolf is on edge, my back and my chest are both tingly and tight.
I study her, confused.
I’ve never felt that before. Whatever it is.
Is she casting a spell on me? Is she playing a trick? But the jolt wasn’t painful. It felt good, and confusingly, undeniably, sensual.
I can see from the look on her face that she felt it, too. She looks shocked. Whether it was a spell or not, it definitely wasn’t one she planned.
She regains herself more quickly than I do, and notions for me to keep moving.
I clear my throat. Then, I lead her through a slow dance.
I hope that the spark was some strange accidental spell, a weird energy formed by the fusion of two people who should have never come together in the first place.
But as we continue to dance, and those cat-like eyes dart from my face, to my chest, then around the room, I realize that the initial shock of electricity doesn’t go away.
It’s not as sparky, but it’s there.
It smoothens down to a general tension, something undeniable that I can tell we’re both feeling. Something living that exists between us.
I eye the bounce of her luscious curls, the thin pinch of her waist. It doesn’t help that she’s ridiculously beautiful.
“How long is this dance supposed to last?” She finally whispers through tight, candy-pink lips as she looks around the room.
“Don’t worry,” I tell her gruffly. “Not long.”
Chapter 5 - Danielle
No amount of bubbly champagne can counter the lingering sensation of that sparky, tight feeling that ran its course through my body like a rocket as soon as Ellis touched me.
Part of me must have known that was going to happen. Like when I rejected his hand at the altar, then, I knew better than to let him touch me.
But as soon as it was time for the dance, there was nothing I could do.
I down my second glass, letting the tangy golden liquid puncture my throat. I mean, come on, it’s beenten years.
I’ve had ages to get over this arrogant, stupid, Alpha and yet one touch turns me into that vulnerable, desperate eighteen-year-old girl again.
The memory threatens a jerk of tears, but I swallow them back.
I’m allowing myself some grace because I had no idea that I was going to marry the Alpha—butDanielle,I tell myself,you really need to get it together.
For some reason, my eyes are still fixed on him. I watch him walk around the party, charming his pack mates; I watch the bouldering move of his muscles beneath his white shirt. His height hasn’t changed—he’s still so much taller than everyone else, but somehow his muscles have grown.
I need more champagne.
“Danielle,” Monroe says. “Cool it.”
I didn’t even see her coming, I was so transfixed on watching Ellis move around the party like he owns the place, but now I focus my attention on her.
