Chapter 33

Aria

My eyes scan the girl from head to toe. She’s tall…like, runway model who could strut in six-inch heels without breaking a sweat tall. Her long, jet-black hair looks like it belongs in a shampoo commercial, all glossy and perfect. Those hazel eyes of hers sparkle like she’s been genetically engineered in a lab for maximum perfection. And her skin? Ugh, smooth, olive-toned, and glowing like she bathes in liquid gold. Honestly, if we weren’t in this situation, I’d probably be begging her for skincare tips.

She arches a perfectly plucked brow at me. “Can I help you?” Her voice is smooth, but her tone? Full of sass.

Oh, this is who Lucas didn’t come home for? Perfect.

“Who are you?” I snap, crossing my arms. “Where’s Alpha Lucas? And what exactly were you doing in there?”

She stares at me like I’ve just told her Die Hard isn’t a Christmas movie, then starts laughing. LAUGHING. Like I’m the joke here.

Before I can say something that might g