Prologue

"Would you like to have a dance with me, Alpha Marinette?" Alpha Damian asked

Marinette stood there thinking about his offer, debating if she should go. There was something unusual about him, it was just that she couldn't recognize what it was.

"Well?" he prompted.

Dismissing the weird feeling in her stomach, she took his hand in hers. As soon as their hands touched, sparks were flying around, making them both go crazy.

"Mine," they both growled.