Chapter Sixty Four

NOLA REYNOLDS.

My heart hammered almost painfully in my chest when I felt Kalden’s hands leave my arm as the Lycan beast barreled toward us, and the white-faced crowd parted around the King.

He was coming here! Why was he coming here?

“I'll take it from here,” Hector growled, his eyes boring into the dark-haired man with such ferocity even I shrunk away a little bit.

Excuse me?

“I’ll see you around.” Kalden mouthed to me before he bowed to the Lycan whose gray eyes had come to rest on me now, much to my dismay.

The medley of chords now sounded jumbled to my ears as I caught the odd looks that were being slyly cast our way before the Lycan stepped right up to me so that we stood shoulder to nose, the heat rolling off his frame stiffening my nipples until they were as hard as small pebbles, chaffing sweetly against my underwear.

”I’m not dancing with you.” I blurted caustically, managing my meanest glare up at the man who took my hand wordlessly, forcing me back into the dancing circle