Avery’s POV
All I could think, as Gideon grabbed me, was that I had badly miscalculated.
He whirled me in his arms, the champagne glass slipping from my fingers and crashing to the floor, its contents splattering across the polished parquet and splashing on the hems and shoes of the Alphas and Lunas nearest us.
Gideon’s arm snaked around my waist, pulling me tight against his body, while his other arm draped across my shoulders. I felt suddenly, breathlessly, aware that his teeth were mere inches from my throat.
And that his eyes had turned a distinct shade of yellow.
His wolf was lurking, barely below the surface, and I could hear the rasping rattle of his heavy breaths over my shoulder.
“Gideon?” I whispered, eyes wide, not daring to move. He was holding me so tightly, and ther
