Avery's POV
The handsome Alpha approached, staring at my neck. His eyes were piercing daggers honing in on my skin. The very air around him rippled with intensity as he pinned me in place with a look.
Oh s**t, oh s**t!
My instincts screamed at me to run from this predator, to avoid unwanted attention.
I was vulnerable, a specimen pinned on the path before this dangerous Alpha.
I yanked at the ruined collar of my dress and tried to lift it around my neck. The broken strands of beads slipped off their threads and bounced across the path as they rolled away. The torn silk slid through my numb fingers and the collar parted to display my skin.
"Show me." It wasn't a question. The Alpha's tone conveyed that he expected obedience and was used to receiving it. Then he was in my space, mere
