Chapter 69

Third Person POV Christina held the hem of her silk slip with two fingers, her bare feet silent against the cold marble floor. No shoes. Just pale skin against dark stone, each step like a spotlight in the dark. Her skin looked warm against all that sleek obsidian.Almost glowing. Hudson's eyes followed the curve of her calves up to her thighs, then higher, past the gentle sway of the fabric. The white silk clung to her curves and draped off her waist like it had been designed specifically for seduction. Through the thin material, he traced the outline of her spine, the dip where her back met her hips, the subtle curves that made his mouth go dry. Hudson swallowed hard. Then closed the door. Quickly. Silently. Jaw clenched tight, forehead pressed against the cool wood. "We're watching her like some lovesick teenager," he muttered. "No," Lycaon corrected. "Strategic observation of our mate." He was the Alpha of The Sabreridge pack, not some horny college kid hiding behind doors to stare