Chapter 30
Evelyn’s POV
Goddess. Kane is sure laying it on thick. Between the way he’s holding me to the intensity behind his stare as he regards Alexander, it all seems a bit much.
However, even if it feels like he’s overdoing this performance, I figure I have no choice but to comply. Denying him could raise some suspicions that neither of us need, so it’s probably best that I go along
with this.
I can tell by the look on Alexander’s face that he wants to argue, though. But he never gets the words out.
“Yes, let the young couple dance together,” the Alpha King voices his approval. “I’m sure everyone would like to see their Alpha dance with his Luna.”
Having no other choice, I allow Kane to lead me onto the dance floor. As he places a hand on my waist and holds out the other for me to take, it occurs to me that we’ve never danced together before. Not even after our wedding since we didn’t even have a reception.
Not to mention that Kane was too busy making it very clear that he wanted nothing to do with me.
But now…now he waited for me to give him my hand. He’d asked – no- demanded that I dance with him.
Fine. If he wanted to dance, then we’d dance.
I keep my chin high as I place my hand in his and then move to rest my other hand on his shoulder. He’s much taller than me even in my heels, but I’m surprised to discover our height difference doesn’t cause us any problems.
Instead, as the music begins, Kane and I hold each other’s gazes as we easily begin to move with the melody. He leads and I willingly follow, barely having to think about any of my steps or movements. Somehow, I feel as if I’m in trusted hands.
How hilarious – to actually think that I could be safe in his arms, trusted in his embrace. And yet, the need to put up a fight is dimmed in my heart as Kane and I continue to move around the dance floor together.
I’m shocked at how easy this is – dancing with him. Not that I expected us to be a complete disaster, but Kane and I are dancing like we’ve done this dozens of times before. As if we were the perfect dance partner molded for the other.
It strikes me in the chest then. In a way, we were molded for one another. After all, we’re fated mates.
That’s probably why this is so easy. Even despite how difficult everything else has been with Kane, this one little thing is as simple as breathing. The realization suddenly makes me laugh.
“What is it?” Kane asks, proving that my giggle hadn’t been as subtle as I’d hoped.
“You’re…good at this,” I choose to reply. “Dancing.”
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“That surprises you?” he asks.
“A little,” I admit.
Really, it shouldn’t. I’d heard the rumors about Kane before I’d met him. He’s always had a way with women and been known as a playboy.
That’s a little hard to imagine considering how cruel and cunning he has been toward me, though. Then again…swaying with him now and studying the way the side of his lips lifts into a gentle smirk, I can see how he could affect women.
Not me, but other women.
I remind myself of that as I clear my throat, brushing my fingers along his shoulder as I feel the soft material of his suit jacket. All around us, I can feel people watching, reminding me to be good.
“How do you think we’re doing?” I ask softly and watch as Kane regards me carefully.
“Good,” Kane states. “Very good. I can’t tell if the Alpha King wants to steal you away for a dance… or me.”
Kane’s words cause a laugh to bubble out of me as I can’t help but imagine him dancing with the Alpha King.
Holy shit. Did Kane really just make me laugh?
I’m left shocked and it appears I’m not the only one as I spot Bianca amongst the crowd. She hysterically takes in both of us before her gaze finally lands on only me. Immediately, she shoots me daggers, anger seeming to seep from her pores.
Once more, I have the urge to laugh. Only, the song is ending and so is our dance. Slowly, Kane and I come to a stop, glancing toward one another again.
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