Selene's POV
I quickly pushed Victor away so fast that he nearly stumbled back. My chest was rising, my shirt wrinkled from his grip, and my lips were swollen. When I looked up… I froze.
Standing at the edge of the alley, under the flickering street lamp, was a man. Not just any man. Anthony. The same one who spoke to me briefly at the banquet. He wasn’t smiling now. His jaw was tight. His eyes—judging, confused, sharp.
Victor didn’t move, just turned his head lazily and looked at Anthony like he was swatting a fly.
“You? What are you doing here?” Victor asked with that deep Alpha tone that made everything around us shrink.
Anthony stepped forward slowly, his arms crossed. “What do you think you’re doing?”
Victor sighed, brushing his sleeves like he had done nothing wrong. “Having a
