My hands sweat, and I feel like I might puke, but people are starting to come out of the movie theater.
Oh, god.
“It’s time,” Dad says unnecessarily.
With each passing second, my nerves shoot up. My dad stands at my side, protecting me from the surging crowd. A mountain of strength and support.
“What if they hate me?” I ask him.
“They won’t.”
I close my eyes, but I’m breathing like I’ve run a race.
“They will love you, Bonnie.”
He comes out so suddenly, it takes my breath away, and all I can see is him.
“He’s gorgeous,” I whisper out loud.
Dakota Myles is everything my fantasies never even remotely came close to imagining. He’s got messy brown hair, a dark glower, with green eyes. His broad shoulders and height intimidate most people, but to me, he’s perfect. His smile and those dimples have been splashed online everywhere. He’s wearing a white shirt that’s open one button too deep and black slacks. I think he’d look stunning in anything.
Stepping out behind him, flashing his dazzling, flirty smile, is Cyn Jennings. Honey-coloured hair, with golden skin and deep green eyes that carry mischief and allure in equal measure. Cyn is the good boy out of the four of them and has a reputation for being a good alpha. His black shirt and slacks just bring out his colouring more.
Rory Aster has black hair and is the most mysterious of the four. His eyes take in everything, but he seldom speaks to journalists. He intrigues me so much. Rory looks dangerous and like he might snap someone in half for just looking at me. He’s wearing jeans and a leather jacket. I mouth the words ‘bad boy’ and swallow hard.
And, finally, Vale Prince steps out, with dark red hair, tanned skin, shiny hazel eyes, and a vibe that says he can conquer everything; he rules just about everything he touches. He makes my skin prickle with electricity. Vale is wearing a long shirt, with the cuffs rolled up to his elbows and jeans that are tight across his thighs.
My mouth waters, I can’t see anything but them. I catch the murmur of something Cyn says to Dakota. The rough sound of his voice is unexpected but sends a delicious thrill up my spine.
They are Pack Prince. My Pack.
In slow motion, they walk towards me. Dakota laughs at something Cyn says, smiling wide and looking over his shoulder. Oh, I hope I can make him smile like that one day.
They get closer and closer. I step forward, slipping under the ribbon holding the crowd back. Security hasn’t seen me, but Rory Aster has. His gaze finds me and lingers, like a deep, dark caress.
Because he’s watching me, Vale finds me, too. A tiny frown wrinkles his brow, and he reaches up and tugs his collar like he’s preparing for war. His eyes drop from my face, down my body, and back up, but his expression is unreadable.
I take a step closer. They are magical, perfect, incredible alphas, and they are all mine.
When I look away from Vale’s magnetic gaze, I find Dakota’s and almost tremble under the weight of it.
They are only a few feet away when the wind pushes past me and lifts my scent to them. I see their eyes widen and narrow. Nostrils flare. My pack has my scent.
In my wildest fantasies, I expected gushing and them to rush to me, hugging me, holding me. My first kiss, whisking me off in a limousine, celebrations with our families. Everything would change.
Time holds, it freezes, I stand on the cusp of everything. My heart is so big, so ready to love them.
It’s Dakota that makes the first move, and it’s one I never, ever dared to imagine.
He simply steps past me. The magnitude of that move steals my ability to breathe.
My head whips around, looking at him as an incredibly hot actress slides into his arms.
“No, wait!”
The cheer of the crowd smothers my protest.
I turn away, looking up in shock at Rory, hoping he will explain, but he and Cyn step around me like I’m not even here. Parting like water.
