Aria's POV
He wore a perfectly tailored black suit that emphasized his height and the predatory grace of his movements.
Under the crystal chandeliers, he looked like something out of a fairy tale—powerful, dangerous, impossibly handsome.
The entire ballroom fell silent as he crossed directly to me.
We were standing near the side of the room, just another group among dozens. But the moment Damian stopped at my side, and it felt like every light in the place focused on us.
"Alpha King," I said, stepping forward with a smile. "You're here."
His eyes swept over me—slow, deliberate, lingering on the curve of my neck where my pulse was already betraying me—and something dark flickered in their depths.
His gaze dropped to my lips, then lower, tracing the neckline of my dres
