Della's POV
As the trumpet call echoed in the track, the starting gate instantaneously leveled up. Horses flared up to their highest speed with the equestrian guiding them while the entire audience in the grandstand and clubhouse roared with applause, screams, and cheers for their bets.
I leaned back on the metal bar in front of the first row of seats. While others looked at the tote board, I was lost in my thoughts as I remembered how Kylian had looked at me before he left.
There was a hint of determination in it… conviction that said he'd move heaven and earth to get what he wanted.
And whenever his eyes were glinting like that and directed right into me, like a fool, my heart would beat so fast that my brain would momentarily stop functioning at that moment.
"Alpha, you, I have an important matter you need to look into." Troy, our head of security, approached Jackson.
Jackson momentarily looked at me with worry.