The Alpha's Unblessed Wife novel Chapter 5

Akiah’s POV

My heart raced so rapidly that I could scarcely believe it was my own. It pounded within my chest, a wild rhythm demanding my attention. I never anticipated an invitation to dance, especially not from the enigmatic man with the child and mate marks on his wrist.

His outstretched hand hung in the air, awaiting my response. My hesitation was palpable; I glanced between him and my mother, seeking her guidance as if I were a child once more. My cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and uncertainty, caught off guard by this unexpected turn of events. My mind scrambled to discern the appropriate course of action.

Seconds felt like an eternity as he stood before me, his hand outstretched in a patient yet determined gesture. My mother, the Luna, was promptly claimed by her original mate, the alpha marked by the moon. I nodded at her, granting them their private moment, and turned my focus back to the mysterious man who remained steadfast in his desire to dance with me.

My brow furrowed in bewilderment. The gathering was replete with numerous beautiful wolves, yet he had singled me out for this dance. The uncertainty and curiosity churned within me as I contemplated his motives.

After a brief moment of internal deliberation, I relented and accepted his waiting hand. As our fingers interlocked, a subtle warmth radiated from his touch, and I found myself inexplicably drawn to its comforting embrace. Rising from my seat, I allowed him to guide me towards the open space designated for dancing.

Our proximity felt both intimate and unfamiliar as we positioned ourselves in the middle of the gathering. My arms found their place around his neck, and his hands settled gently upon my waist. Avoiding his gaze, my eyes focused on a distant point, as if preoccupied by the surrounding atmosphere. My internal conflict raged on – my hesitant nature contrasted starkly with the urgency my wolf impelled upon me. It insisted that this dance was inconsequential, urging me to embrace the moment without overthinking it.

"How are you?" His voice broke the silence, an attempt to initiate a conversation. Our bodies swayed in harmony with the gentle rhythm of the music, but my gaze remained fixated on the floor below.

"I... I'm fine. I'm glad for my brother," I replied, offering a polite smile. My happiness for Akeel's success was genuine, yet I couldn't help but feel a pang of discomfort for displaying even a hint of happiness in front of this stranger. To my chagrin, our eyes met as I briefly glanced up, my heart momentarily faltering.

I offered a subtle nod in response, attempting to maintain my composure and avoid his gaze. However, my attempts were thwarted as he gently drew me closer to him, causing my pulse to quicken. I silently admonished myself for overthinking every small gesture.