Hayes

ers, flowing champagne, and the continent's most influential werewolf elite. Tonight was t

n. The dress, personally commissioned by my adoptive father Arthur, hugged every curve be

family had unknowingly fed me in my youth, my dormant healing abilities and true physica

in his tailored charcoal tuxedo. He offered an

esting my gloved hand on his sleeve.

s give the

ce booming across the bustling hall: "Distinguished guests, Al

ircase, the entire ballroom fell dead silent. The clinking of

rough the crowd

e when does Arthur

stunning. She looks like

bone structure. Doesn

stan standing near the center bar. The cocktail glass in his hand slipped, shattering against the polished floor, sending amb

aristocrat walking toward him with the pathetic

ing him the dignity of a glance. Absol

y gleam. He smoothed his lapels, grabbed a fresh flute of champagne from a

smirk. "I must confess, your eyes remind me of someone I once knew, though she possessed only a

mouth to dismiss him, a to

upon the immediate perimeter, causing several

pped out o

s and commanding presence commanding the room. But the absolute

ent, possessive turbulence that bordered on madness. His chest heaved slightly, and even without ou

with icy satisfactio

frowned at the interruption. "Damien? What are you

His entire universe had narrowed d

, raw, sounding completely unlike the

ain as cold and polished as glacier ice. I ti

e smooth as silk and twice as sha

t him visibly, causing his jaw to

in front of me, placing a broad, protective hand lightly on my w

sister has just arrived after a long journey from abroad and is quite

st

to the ballroom lik

crimson-ash. His eyes dropped to Ethan's hand resting against my b

d let Ethan guide me away, leaving the great Alpha King paral