ARIA

I straighten myself and look into his eyes so I don't give away the fact that I'm nervous by his approach. "Yes. Aria Murdock."

"Yes, the coach's daughter," he slurs. I can smell his breath from where I'm standing. I don't like it one bit.

"Niece," I correct.

He doesn't even seem to hear me or care to. "You really caught my attention, Aria. It's not every day that this happens to a man like me. I'm an Alpha—you're aware of that, aren't you?"

I start looking around desperately, not ...