Author's pov
Alpha Damien glanced at his watch.
The ceremony would start soon. If they didn't leave soon, they'd be late.
He walked to the closet entrance and found her changing clothes.
He stopped to watch her.
She slipped out of her nightgown, bending to get a bra from the drawer.
The curve of her waist, her smooth pale skin made his knees weak.
He turned away, walking quickly to the balcony where he lit a cigarette.
He needed fresh air. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to control himself.
If he gave in now, they'd miss tonight's ceremony entirely.
His wolf was stirring, wanting to claim her. But not now.
It was strange. He'd seen plenty of curvy women before. Those club girls with their perfect figures. But to him, they were boring.
Aria wasn't partic
