Dance

“Of course,” the alphas chorused, their gazes on Liam.

Jules took Liam’s arm, dragged him away a little, and hissed, “If you sic your fans on me again, I swear your face won’t be so pretty anymore. You think I don’t know what you’re doing? Stop. Just stop. I get that you have a veritable legion of suitors, but I don’t need your leftovers. Get it?”

Liam sighed, as if Jules was the unreasonable one. “I didn’t sic them on you. I may have told them that I appreciate alphas that treat my family with kindness and respect. That’s all!”

Jules scoffed. “Right. That’s totally all.”

Sighing again, Liam took his arm and walked them to the corner of the ballroom, away from any potential eavesdroppers. “Look,” he said softly, his expression serious. “I really hate that you’re not having fun. I just wanted to help, Jules. I hate that you always look like you want to be anywhere but here. This is our debut season, not just mine. I hate that you hide in a corner of the ballroom and look miserable.”

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