Chapter 913

　　Under the cover of the ballroom music, a faint, hidden blush crept onto Tabitha's cheeks. 　　It felt strange. In all the time they'd known each other, this was probably their first time actually dancing together in a formal setting. 　　Derek didn't hide his intentions, wrapping his arm firmly around her waist and pulling her close, while her hand naturally found its place against his solid chest. 　　They were parents to several children, yet in this moment, their hearts were racing like two teenagers in over their heads. 　　Tabitha could feel a light sweat on Derek's broad palm—the most honest sign of a werewolf's physical arousal when facing his true mate. 　　Misha, meanwhile, was standing on the sidelines, literally shaking with rage as her carefully laid plans turned to dust. 　　Bentley saw his opening and moved in, trying to sound like a gentleman. "Misha, may I have this dance?" 　　"No," Misha snapped, not even bothering to look at him. 　　She'd been spoiled her whole life in the Holmes