Chapter 542

Judy's POV

My body felt like it was on fire as Gavin spoke in a low and deep tone. His breath fanned across my cheek, sending goosebumps to form along my neckline and arms. His close proximity was intoxicating. My heart was hammering in my chest as I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat.

"Whose attention are you trying to attract, Miss Montague? Because I'm about to gouge out every single eyeball in this room who looks at you."

His words sent a chill down my spine; his voice was icy and possessive in a way that was unfamiliar. I had never had anyone, not even Ethan, sound this possessive. The way his lips brushed across my ear made my knees weak and my body melted a little, but I caught myself before I turned into a fool.

"What makes you think I'm trying to attract anyone's attention?" I asked, proud that my voice came out stronger than I felt.

I felt him smirking against my ear.

"A woman doesn't wear something like this without an alternative goal," he murmured.

I hated that my eyes fluttered closed from the warmth of his breath against my features. His scent was choking me in a way that made me not want to breathe.

"Well, you can thank your daughter for my choice of outfit. It was her designer who created this dress," I said, my voice coming out as a breath.

dilated as he stared

every man and even

smirked, finding a bit of confidence in the almost vulnerable tone he used. "Jealous, Alpha?"

His nostrils flared.

"I don't do jealous."

Gregor, a retired Alpha. Though he seemed to be engrossed in whatever conversation they were having, Rache's attention was clearly on

you should be paying more attention to the men who stare your

I could tell he was about to say something, but I pulled away, feeling cold without his

him to join Irene at the bar. He grabbed hold of my arm, not enough to hurt, but enough to make

yet," he said, his eyes

pulled my arm away from his grasp, watching his

before I turned and walked away. I could feel his

but I forced myself to

I reached Irene at the bar, I felt like couldn't breathe. My heart was pounding so heavily against my chest, and my nails were digging into the palms of my hands,

look at my face and

grabbed a shot off the bar top and handed it to me, grabbing one for

the glasses. "This isn't about my father. You are here

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