Chapter 93

Evelyn's POV I couldn't help but study Calvin's face as the summer breeze drifted through the partially open window. With those chiseled features and that immense wealth, it was no wonder women threw themselves at him. Even forty years from now, he'd still have young women lined up at his door. When I mentioned Clara, his temple twitched visibly. He opened his mouth to explain, but before he could get a word out, his Beta burst through the dining room door, breathless and urgent. "Alpha, there's been an incident with Miss Whitmore. She's in critical condition!" Zeon announced, not bothering to lower his voice in the silent dining room. Calvin's eyes immediately sought mine, darkening when he caught my smirk. "I won't keep the busy Alpha any longer," I said coldly, pushing back my chair to leave. His hand shot out, gripping my wrist before I could escape. I looked down at where our hands touched, then back up at his eyes. I saw something there, maybe vulnerability, but I quickly pulled