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- Author: Hannah Haze
- Language: English
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My breath hovers in my throat, my gaze captured by the figure spinning
across the stage.
One dancer in particular. The lead. He’s formed of densely packed
muscle, his thighs and his torso rippling with every move he makes. And yet
those movements are graceful, considered, and beautiful. As he lifts and spins
his partner, drawing her close to the stage floor one minute and high into the
air the next, it is him I can’t drag my eyes from. It’s as if she weighs nothing,
as if it costs him nothing to glide her through the moving spotlights.
When finally he exits the stage, leaving his partner for her solo dance, I
lean back in my seat, the velvet brushing against my bare back, and catch my
It’s then I sense it. An awareness. Someone is watching me.
The sensation is not unusual. I catch people’s eyes. I know that. In fact, I
like it – most of the time anyway. It’s why I’m wearing this dress tonight – a
deeply seductive purple made of silk that swims over my body and pools at
I’m curious, though, as always, to see whose eye I’ve caught this time. Is
it a catch worth pursuing, or one to discard back into the sea?
It’s opening night, and one of my mother’s latest beaus has wangled us
tickets. All the great and good of the city of Studworth are gracing the theatre
tonight. Some I’d like to meet, others I most definitely want to avoid.
Subtly, I lift my gaze, and it’s as if it’s drawn there.
Drawn there by a
man sitting in one of the boxes high above me. A man I don’t recognise.
He sits at the front, chin resting in his hand, and he’s staring right at me.
He makes no attempt to disguise it. He’s dressed in a dark suit, although,
unlike many of the men here at the ballet tonight, his white shirt is open at the
neck. He has no bow tie. Even through the layers of his jacket, I can tell he is
as well built and as powerful as the man I’ve been watching dancing across
the stage. Although he’s larger, making the seat he’s crouching on seem
And then there are his eyes. Dark and swirling and mesmerising.
Capturing my attention and refusing to release it.
My breath stalls in my throat again.
The man is an alpha. And an alpha staring at me with obvious interest.
I quirk my head to one side.
I catch people’s attention all the time. Men and women. Old and young.
Not alphas’ though. I may be something worth gazing at, but I’m one
thing no alpha wants. A beta.
Perhaps he can’t tell over the distance. Perhaps he’s mistaken me for the
one thing every alpha does want: an omega.
I stare back at him. Meeting those intensely dark eyes with my own.
He’ll look away now. He’ll lose interest.
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