I saw Alpha Liam of the Crimson Fangs Pack smiling as he walked toward me, and I almost choked on the chocolate-dipped strawberry. Glancing behind me, I confirm there's no one else in sight.

As he nears, he extends his hand.

"Shall we dance?" He inquires in a deep, raspy tone.

Taken aback, I quickly shake off the spell cast by his stunning emerald eyes.

"Sure," I murmur, setting the strawberry stem on the napkin and placing my hand in his as he leads me to the dance floor.

Sensing the curious gazes around us, I notice smiles, except for my brother and his pack, along with a few envious glares from other girls.

But their opinions fade as I find myself locked in his gaze, unable to look away.

Though it may seem cliché, dancing with him feels like a scene from a film. My heart races and my legs grow weak.

Why me, out of all the beautiful girls here? Did my brother orchestrate this to embarrass me further?

Alpha Liam, formidable and respected, is dancing with me. He's known for his rigorous training and the difficulty of joining his pack.

It's said few survive the initiation process, and refusing him is unheard of.

Then, as my wolf Amethyst speaks for the first time in three years, it all becomes clear. "Mate!"