Ivy’s Pov.

“Alpha Lucien, you are drunk.” I swallowed hard, my voice breaking as I tried to inch away from him, though my back had already met the cold wall.

His eyes gleamed.

“I’ve been Alpha for as long as I can remember,” he murmured, “Do you truly think a little liquor could knock me out of my senses that easily?”

My breath hitched. He leaned closer, not quite touching, his lips hovering near the side of my neck. The faint brush of his breath ghosted over my skin and my ...