Camila was already waiting in the living room when I arrived, dressed as if she were about to step onto a red carpet instead of simply welcoming the Alpha family.
She looked stunning, of course—she always did. Her gown was deep red, clinging to her curves in a way that demanded attention. Her blonde hair cascaded in perfect waves and her lips were painted a striking shade of red.
She was radiant. Of course, who wouldn't be with all those glitters and luxurious accessories?
Her gaze snapped to me the moment I stepped into the room and I saw it—the quick flash of something in her eyes.
Jealousy.
Just for a moment. Just for a whiff.
One could barely see the jealousy before it morphed into something deadlier…
Rage.
"What," she hissed, rising to her feet, "are you wearing?"
I was about to tell her to leave me when she stormed toward me.
