Chapter 29 First Dance

• EVELYN
• The Alpha King strode in, his golden hair swept back in perfect order, gleaming beneath the flickering candlelight. His dark eyes, as unreadable as ever, flicked briefly over the crowd. Clad in a black shirt and matching trousers, his tall, commanding figure was further adorned by a gold cloak slung over one shoulder and a gleaming pin bearing his family's insignia on the other.
• I hadn’t seen him in three days – not since my defiance in the maid’s wing had seemingly irritated him beyond tolerance – and as much as I wanted to deny it, he looked devastatingly handsome tonight.