Sylvia's POV
I slipped into the gown he'd sent—radiant, spectacular, and fitting me like it had been crafted from moonlight specifically for my body. Who was this mysterious Alpha, and how did he know my measurements so precisely? Questions swirled through my mind.
After one final glance in the mirror to confirm my makeup was flawless, I descended the grand staircase. The collective gasp from below was immediate. Every pair of eyes locked onto me, my presence commanding attention without a single word spoken. Under the spotlight of countless stares, my mother, Alpha Astra, stood proudly on stage, a rare gleam of approval in her ice-blue eyes.
"Everyone, may I have your attention," she called out.
The crowd fell silent, all eyes shifting to my mother, anticipation hanging thic
