89. Alpha

Callista.

For a moment, I just stand there blinking, because his voice is the last thing I expected to hear at this hour. But soon I get over it and rush toward the door to unlock it, wondering what’s going on. Is it Elias? Had he somehow broken out? But why would he come to me if that’s the case, it’s not like I can calm him with my scent. In fact, my scent does the opposite of calming to him.

“Alpha,” I greet him. “Is something wrong?”

That’s when I notice what he’s wearing, and feel my cheeks heat up involuntarily.

He stands at my doorway, dressed in a black tux that makes me catch my breath. His hair is styled perfectly with grooming products, and his jaw is clean-shaven. His dark eyes glitter under the dim light of my room, and the suit makes them pop out. His jacket molds onto his body, straining against his muscles. His powerful frame is accented nicely by it, all the curves and edges flexing with each movement, and I feel heat rush through my belly.

Oh, by the Goddess, what is