It was Alpha Cole's voice.
Rory didn't even think about his invitation and refused, "No need, Alpha Cole. You have your Luna, so please behave yourself."
The old man stood up and gave an elaborate gentlemanly bow at her instead, "Miss, may I have the honor of dancing with you?"
"Sure." Rory just wanted to leave that place as soon as possible. She placed her hand on the old man's hand and they stepped into the crowd together.
Alpha Cole clenched his fist hard.
The more unattainable something was, the more it could make people feel annoyed and agitated. In the midst of the dancing crowd, Rory exuded charm at every second. He admit that he regretted losing her deeply.
If he could do it again, he would never have divorced her impulsively.
The figure he was staring at swayed with the dance, emitting a charming and seductive fragrance.