He takes a step closer, and it takes all my willpower not to cower.
He’s massive. He’s easily a foot taller and a hundred pounds heavier than me.
And dressed in a black button-up and fitted black trousers, he looks like the devil.
Every instinct in me screams to run away, but I’m frozen in a mixture of fear and curiosity.
His full lips pull up into a smirk, and a chill runs down my spine.
He’s looking at me like I’m prey—which is ridiculous and inappropriate.
I’m a Beta. With my light brown hair and brown eyes, there’s nothing about me physically that stands out, unless you count the pink line that cuts down my face.
It’s not a very attractive feature.
Alphas rarely flirt with Betas. They’re too occupied with their Omegas and are usually part of a pack.
His behavior towards me is not normal at all.
He takes another step forward, his low voice murmuring something, but I’m hypnotized by a rush of pepper and citrus.
Hisscent.
God, when was the last time I’ve smelled an Alpha?
Even to Betas, their aroma is heavenly, and goosebumps prick at my arms as he floods my senses.
He’s fucking mouthwatering.
Back to reality, Harper, I chide myself.
It’s midnight, I’m exhausted, and I still haven’t even seen my room.
And when he takes another step towards me, the fireplace illuminating the icy hue of his eyes, I flinch back with fear.
His smirk disappears, and his lips form into a thin line as I crane my neck to look up at him.
“We’re upgrading you,” he mutters, and I frown at his sudden mood change. He says “upgrade” like it’s a dirty word, but I’m too tired to question his attitude.
And more than a little frightened.
Weakly, I nod, hoping he’ll leave so the woman can finish helping me.
But I have no such luck.
Instead, he reaches out, motioning towards my suitcase, and I take another step away from him, nearly losing my balance.
I don’t feel safe with this man.
I don’t feel safe withanyman right now.
And he must sense it, because he looks at me curiously.
“Something the matter?” he asks quietly. His brow furrows as he stares at my face, at thestupid scar.
Does no one inAuroraknow how to be subtle?
I hate the damn thing. My face burns from embarrassment. I’m tired, and this stupidly handsome Alpha is staring at me like I’m a disfigured freak.