Aitana's POV
Last night was magical.
After our dance, Sebastian took me to my room. He behaved like a gentleman all the way there, his large hand warm against the small of my back, guiding me through the dimly lit halls of the pack house. Every now and then, his fingers would brush against mine, sending little sparks of electricity up my arm.
When we reached my door, he didn’t try to push his way inside. Instead, he lingered in the doorway, those deep red eyes studying me with an intensity that made my pulse race.
"Sleep well, Aitana," he murmured, his voice rough like gravel.
And then—just like that—he was gone.
I am not sure what Sebastian sees in me, but I will enjoy it for the time being. I won't stay here for long, I only have two months left before I turn eighteen.
At least o
