Fated to the dark alpha king

Trying desperately to ignore the overwhelming surge of emotion, the primal pull that was making my knees weak, I stopped beside the first guest, forcing myself to focus on the task at hand, and began pouring wine. The soft, musical sound of ruby-red liquid filling the delicate crystal glasses provided a small, much-needed anchor, helping to steady my nerves. Barely. I worked my way around the long table, my hands trembling almost imperceptibly, meticulously keeping my eyes downcast, my breathing deliberately even, creating a fragile barrier against the chaos erupting within me.

Until I reached him. The seat at the head of the table. The epicenter of this storm. I could feel his eyes on me, a palpable weight, even before I dared to look up. The awareness was overwhelming, prickling my skin, making the fine hairs on my arms stand on end. Carefully, with a steady hand I didn't quite possess, I reached for his glass. The moment my fingers brushed against the cool, smooth crystal, a violent shiver raced down my spine, a jolt of pure electricity that traveled through my entire body. His scent, now impossibly stronger, wrapped around me completely, a dizzying, intoxicating embrace. The wine in the bottle nearly splashed over the rim, my grip faltering under the sheer force of the connection.