CHAPTER 82

YARA’S POV

I wore one of the dresses that Freya helped me pick and I looked at myself in the mirror to be sure I looked good enough for the rehearsals we were heading to. It was an emerald green dress that hugged my figure and stopped exactly at my ankle with a split from my knee downward and I felt it was perfect.

I smiled at my reflection in satisfaction before I walked out of the bathroom and Alpha Denver already was dressed up too. He was in a pair of black jean trousers that hugged his calves and a cashmere long-sleeved shirt.

He was brushing through his hair when he saw me watching him through the mirror before him and our eyes stayed locked through the mirror. Then he returned the brush and turned around to face me.

I didn’t take my eyes off him this time as he walked toward me and I watched him run his eyes over me.

“The last time I saw you in a dress was the night of the mission to get my bike back and you don’t want to know what I had running through my mind,” he said and