Isla
I took a sip of champagne, looked up, and caught the eyes of someone familiar staring at me over my class. A chill went down my spine, and Adrastea’s hair on the back of her neck stood up. Jackson noticed me tense and took my hand, rubbing soothing circles on the back.
“Is that Alpha Benjamin’s son?” he asked, noticing my gaze. When Jackson looked over, Seth didn’t look away and continued to stare at me.
“Yes,” I swallowed.
“And why is he staring at my mate?” Flint growled, coming out.
I turned to Jackson. “Relax, he’s just a bully. There was that one incident, but nothing happened.” Jackson started shaking next to me, his fists clenching and unclenching.
“You got lucky,” he growled.
He still didn’t know all the details, but he was right. “We are at our party. We can’t start an
