Irina’s POV
Even though I was acting all tough, I was scared of what would happen next. Aiden had seen my book; he could tell Serim, and I could kiss my freedom goodbye.
“Irina, don’t,” he choked out, his voice stripped of all Alpha authority, raw and pleading. “Don’t say that. Please.”
It was the first time I heard him use that tone with me.
“Alpha Keaton, you should return to the party. If I may ask for one favor, it is for you not to tell my Alpha about my ledger.” It was not a plea; if he told me no, I would run tonight.
One day wouldn’t make a difference to them, but it would to me.
“Irina, please,” He grabbed my hand again, forcing me to look at him, but I kept my eyes on the hallway. “Let me explain my side, if you still want me gone… I’ll help you escape. I won’t take you
