Chapter 542
Judy’s POV
My body felt like it was on fire as Gavin spoke in a low and deep tone. His breath fanned across my cheek, sending goosebumps to form along my neckline and arms. His close proximity was intoxicating. My heart was hammering in my chest as I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat.
“Whose attention are you trying to attract, Miss Montague? Because I’m about to gouge out every single eyeball in this room who looks at you.”
His words sent a chill down my spine; his voice was icy and possessive in a way that was unfamiliar. I had never had anyone, not even Ethan, sound this possessive. The way his lips brushed across my ear made my knees weak and my body melted a little, but I caught myself before I turned into a fool.
“What makes you think I’m trying to attract anyone’s attention?” I asked, proud that my voice came out stronger than I felt.
I felt him smirking against my ear.
“A woman doesn’t wear something like this without an alternative goal,” he murmured.
I hated that my eyes fluttered closed from the warmth of his breath against my features. His scent was choking me in a way that made me not want to breathe.
“Well, you can thank your daughter for my choice of outfit. It was her designer who created this dress,” I said, my voice coming out as a breath.
He pulled back slightly to look at me, trying to detect any hint of a lie, but finding none. His eyes were dark and dilated as he stared into my eyes, and I swear I saw a hint of his wolf surfacing slightly, but it was gone before I could blink.
“You do realize that every man and even some women are staring at you?” He asked.
I smirked, finding a bit of confidence in the almost vulnerable tone he used. “Jealous, Alpha?” I asked, teasing him slightly.
His nostrils flared.
“I don’t do jealous.”
“Could have fooled me,” I murmured. My eyes flickered over to Rachel, who was still dancing with Gregor, a retired Alpha. Though he seemed to be engrossed in whatever conversation they were having, Rache’s attention was clearly on my dance with Gavin. I could see the jealousy and anger in her eyes, and it was like a bucket of cold water being dumped on my head.
“Perhaps you should be paying more attention to the men who stare your date instead,” I told him, my eyes finding his again.
His brows furrowed a bit, and I could tell he was about to say something, but I pulled away, feeling cold without his touch.
“Thank you for the dance, Alpha,” I say as I walk around him to join Irene at the bar. He grabbed hold of my arm, not enough to hurt, but enough to make me freeze and look back at him.
“The song isn’t over yet,” he said, his eyes darkening until they were almost black.
I pulled my arm away from his grasp, watching his hand fall to his side.
“It is for us,” I told him before I turned and walked away. I could feel his eyes
following me, but I forced myself to keep moving forward.
By the time I reached Irene at the bar, I felt like couldn’t breathe. My heart was pounding so heavily against my chest, and my nails were digging into the palms of my hands, creating little moon marks in the process.
One look at my face and Irene already knew what was wrong.
She grabbed a shot off the bar top and handed it to me, grabbing one for herself as well.
“Forget about him for tonight,” she said, clinking the glasses. “This isn’t about my father. You are here as a favor to me, and I’m forever grateful to you for it.”
Without a word, I downed the shot, realizing too late that it was straight up tequila. let the liquor burn my throat, wincing as it entered my
stomach. Irene laughed at mk net’
expression before grabbing another shot.
“Should we really be getting drunk at this event?” I asked her. “Aren’t there important people here?”
“Girl, we don’t have to impress anyone,” she said, winking at me. “That’s the beauty of not being an Alpha or a Luna.”
“Yeah, but you’re the daughter of Gavin Landry. Aren’t you worried about your reputation?” I asked, staring at the other shot she just handed me.
“Paparazzi aren’t allowed in this building, so we don’t have to worry about a bad publication,” she told me, nudging my shoulder. “You are here as a favor to me, and I’m Kere out of obligation to my father Nobody here cares if we are here or not. The only reason anyone is interested in talking to us is because we look hot, not because we contribute to anything here. My money is my father’s money, so whatever contribution he makes, puts me in the clear of any actual
financial obligation.”
I knew what she was saying, that we were allowed to have a little fun, but still, I
didn’t want to make a fool out of myself in front of all these important people.