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Professor Kieran.
He was standing near the far end of the ballroom, in a sleek dark suit, flanked by two Alphas I didn't recognize. His posture was regal, commanding, and his expression unreadable.
But his eyes?
They were on me.
And they weren't the only ones.
Because to his right, Oscar was standing with a wine glass in hand, his jaw slack with surprise. And just behind him, partially hidden in the crowd, was Draven.
I swore under my breath.
All four of the Rogue Alpha brothers were present in the same room, and while it shouldn't have been weird, a familiar feeling started blooming deep inside me.
But before I could have focused further on that feeling, River placed a hand on my lower back and gently, but firmly, guided me toward a cluster of Alphas standing near the center of the ballroom.
His touch wasn't feeling friendly. It felt calculated.