ARIA'S POINT OF VIEW
As we entered the spacious living room, the atmosphere shifted subtly. Tyler and Lucas, both seated in different corners of the room, acknowledged Alpha Demion's presence with a respectful bow of their heads. Their gazes briefly met mine, and I couldn't help but notice the lingering tension between us.
Lucas, even the mischievous one, couldn't resist flashing a smug smirk in my direction. His blue eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief, a silent challenge that he seemed to revel in.
I held his gaze, my own eyes narrowing in response. The memory of his slap on my cheek still stung, a constant reminder of our tumultuous past.
"Go get cleaned up." Alpha Demion's commanding voice broke the silence.
I nodded, acknowledging his order, and turned to make my way upstairs. As I ascended the stairs, I could feel the weight of Tyler's gaze following me, his expression unreadable.
