Kael's stride through the crowd and they parted like the red sea, his presence parting dancers without a word. Whispers rippled in his wake, nobles, guests, all eyes on the prince abandoning his fiancée mid-ball. He stopped inches from me, towering over ms, that midnight-blue suit straining against his broad shoulders. His onyx eyes locked on mine, dark and stormy, the feral glint from his wolf days simmering just beneath.
"Dr. Sullivan," he said, voice low but carrying enough for nearby ears. "May I speak with you privately?"
I glanced around. The duke lingered nearby, smiling curiously. Maya and Jax watched from the sidelines, eyebrows raised. Refusing a prince in public? Diplomatic suicide. My team would pay for it. I forced a nod, cool as ice. "Of course, Your Highness."
He offered
