Page 146 of Wanted

Like they’ve been glamoured…

Fuck.

They’re fucking fascinated.

I knew she could do it to me. But to have everyone else fixated on Alena makes the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.

She’s in her full frenzy and looks like she’s had an all-night bender.

And yet they can’t stop staring at her.

Glancing down at the meek expression she’s giving them all, I can feel the pull myself.

The puzzle pieces are falling into place.

Alena was naturally stunning as a human, there’s no doubt of that.

Asher even remarked on her looks after laying eyes on her. Hunting his beloved, he had the wherewithal to notice this woman’s beauty.

More and more, I’m certain my brain is on the right track.

“Ambrose, come meet your newborn sister,” I call out to him with a hunch.

In a flash, Ambrose is standing in front of us. He bows so deeply, I’m surprised his spine doesn’t crack.

“Greetings, dear sister,” Ambrose says merrily. “I do hope you’ll allow me to dress you as the prettiest of all the princesses when you’ve finished your frenzy.”

As Ambrose stands back up, I note his gaze avoids Alena’s face, as if he’s purposely refusing to look at her.

Shit.

There’s more to Ambrose than I think I’ll ever know, but one thing is for certain. He just proved what I’m thinking.

Alena’s fucking power is her beauty. She can make other vampires fixate on her.

Holy fucking shit, this is… well… Fuck.

It’s going to be fun trying to control Fred’s jealousy.

Hell, it’s going to be fun trying to control my own.

Looking down to my soulmarked, I smile and say, “Hungry?”

Alena growls softly at me, “Food, dick.”

“Oh, dear sister, you are rapacious.” Ambrose laughs happily before dancing away from us.

An evil thought crosses my mind.

I may never get the chance to do this again.

Nodding at her, I say, “One moment, my love. Let me wake our family.”

Stepping away from Alena, I smirk. I’ve been waiting to pay Asher back for that time on the stairs when I had to get an eyeful of his dick.

Walking over to Asher, I make sure I don’t impede his line of sight. Just like the rest, he’s fully fixated.

Pulling my hand back, I growl, “I’m definitely judging you, bitch.”

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