Stormrage Pack, Manor Grand Ballroom.
As night descended, the invited guests trickled into the hall. Under the brilliant glow of the crystal chandeliers, magnificent gowns and sharp suits finally shed the dust of their wardrobes, shimmering with newfound light.
The guests moved in pairs—wives, mistresses, or secretaries clinging to the arms of powerful men. They drifted through the crowd, glasses of vintage wine in hand, weaving agendas into the fabric of polite conversation. Greetings and inquiries about health were merely the velvet gloves covering the iron fists of business deals and political maneuvers.
Tonight, the spotlight wasn't on Lucian Stormrage.
The gala was a birthday celebration for a senior Elder of the pack. However, as Alpha, Lucian’s presence was mandatory—a symbolic
