POV (VICTOR)
I watched as Jasmine chewed on the end of her thumbnail like a mouse does a piece of cheese, as she gently flipped back the pages of a magazine. She was no scholar and even though the Alpha's library was filed with works I could only dream of, nothing interested me. It also didn't matter that Jasmine's dark brown hair perfectly framed her face or that the red dress she had on hugged each curve of her body in just the right way. To a sane man she was a vision of beauty, but to me, every movement she made was nauseating. Just another reminder of how different her and Abelia were.
"More wine sir?"
I tapped my foot in aggravation as I looked up at the omega werewolf with disgust.
"If you give me one more damn glass of wine woman, I swear I will rip out your throat!"
"Vic
