Chapter 27 Wendy

• Wendy's POV
• Even though I did not view myself as a proficient dancer—indeed, I would characterize my skills as deficient—once we found ourselves on the dance floor, I began to move with enthusiasm. The Alphas cheered, and I closed my eyes to fully engage with the music. I maintained a smile throughout the dance with Alpha Zane, masking my discomfort with the close physical contact; the touching was infuriating. As we danced, I sensed a penetrating emptiness within me, a clear indication of George’s jealousy. It seemed illogical that I had to endure advances from another man to provoke his feelings. I frequently wished for the music to conclude, yet whenever it appeared to be ending, it resumed. I sighed in frustration, contemplating that if I had to withstand this sensation for five more minutes, Zane might end up with a broken nose and a black eye.
• “Are you alright?” he inquired, leaning in close. I held my breath upon catching a whiff of his unpleasant breath. Why had I not noticed this before dancing with him? Just as I considered my next move, the romantic song concluded.