Chapter 79 The Alpha’s Gaze


    Henry’s <b>POV </b>


    The stylist’s words made me turn my head toward Aubrey–just one look, and it felt like the whole room lit up with her beauty.


    She had always been breathtaking, even bare–faced. But now, the makeup amplified every feature. Pale skin against ruby lips, she looked like a nobledy frozen in ice for centuries. Even her smile held a kind of untouchable grace.


    I was satisfied with her makeup and the sapphire–blue gown studded with diamonds, but something was missing–a final touch. I’d already prepared it.


    Jade was too dull. Diamonds too shy. I had chosen a ruby ne, vivid and elegant, and sped it around her neck myself.


    The deep red gemstone shimmered against the delicate curve of her corbone.


    Too tempting. My throat tightened as I swallowed.


    Aubrey’s POV


    Alpha Henry’s stare felt hot enough to burn.


    E rolled over in my head, squealing in delight. “Oh! Darling, his eyes are saying–he wants to pin you down on this vanity and use his teeth to rip those buttons off one by one…”


    Danger.


    I quickly interrupted the rising tension. “Alpha, it’s gettingte. Shouldn’t we head out?”


    Alpha Henry finally looked away.


    “Yeah. Let’s <i>go</i>.”


    His voice was rough, like he was holding something back.


    I needed to keep my distance.


    I shut my eyes and made a silent decision–once this auction was over, I’d cut down on contact with him. Just one more month. Once he publicly announces I’m the adopted daughter of the Miguel family, everything will return to normal.


    The auction was held in a private estate. Guests were required to wear masks to conceal their identities–an effort to prevent any bloody treasure hunting crimester.


    As soon as I sat down, I could feel it–dozens of male werewolves staring at me. Their eyes were greedy, shameless, like slimy tongues licking over my skin.


    “Filthy maggots!” E snarled in my head, baring her fangs.


    I felt the same way. In their eyes, I was nothing more than a pretty Omega ything by an Alpha’s side.


    In the world of werewolves, Alphas were the ultimate rulers. Betas handled fighting and Pack operations. Omegas–especially attractive female Omegas–were often reduced to mistresses or even <b>sex </b>toys for the


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    If not, the huky ones might get a low level desk job. The unlucky one4? Scrubbing toilets and mopping floors. And if a female Omega happened to be pretty, even if she was dressed modestly from head to the she’d still be whistled at on the street. Sometimes they’d even get groped, pped on the butt, or invited to someone’s bed with disgusting grins.


    When they tried to report it to the security bureau, the male officers would question them over and over. How exactly were you touched? How did it feel? Did you get wet? Why didn’t you resist?


    Eventually, everyone stopped reporting it. I knew this too well–because in myst life, I lived it.


    Those lewd, vulgar stares were the same as the ones I was getting now.


    I scowled and clenched my fists so tight my nails dug into my palms.


    And then Alpha Henry moved. His expression dark, he shrugged off his jacket and draped it over my shoulders.


    “My bad. I shouldn’t have let you wear something like this.”


    I shook my head, voice like ice.


    “No. It has nothing to do with what I’m wearing. This isn’t your fault. The fault lies with them–those self- important, trash male werewolves.”


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