Chapter 9

• Dahlia replied, "The restroom," her voice slightly hoarse as she cleared her throat before making her way out of the hall and the assembly.
• The nearest restroom was a short walk from the hall. As soon as she entered, she ran her fingers over the cold marble countertop and paused, glancing at her own reflection in the mirror. A second passed, then another, as her thoughts swirled in her mind.
• Her heart raced when the door swung open, and the Alpha stepped inside. Just perfect. His fingers tangled in her hair, sending a shiver down her spine. She inhaled sharply, on the verge of letting out a soft moan of pleasure. Dahlia felt herself melt as he spun her around and pressed her backside against the wall.