Chapter 230

Victoria's POV The school uniform fit so perfectly it was almost unbelievable. I stood in front of the mirror, my wolf Nora purring with satisfaction inside me as I smoothed my hands down the pleated skirt. This was the same uniform I'd worn at seventeen—before I became Victoria Lancaster, before I discovered my true Alpha nature, before all the complications with Ethan. "What do you think?" I twirled in front of Damien, letting the summer breeze from the open window caress my bare legs. "Still fits after all these years." Damien's eyes darkened, that familiar smoky cedar scent intensifying around us. Arthur, his wolf, was definitely taking notice. I could practically feel the predatory energy radiating from him as his gaze traveled up my long legs to the hem of my skirt. "Beautiful," he growled, his voice dropping an octave. "Makes me want to..." "Want to what?" I teased, knowing exactly what effect I was having on him. The mate bond between us hummed with desire—a connection neither