Laughter rippled through his group.
“Graduated years ago, Princess.”
I smiled sweetly. “Then I’m far too young for whatever you’re implying. I only just turned eighteen.”
Konrad’s thumb brushed my elbow—approval, and a subtle warning to move on.
“If you excuse me, gentlemen.”
Alpha after Alpha approached. Some were warmer, some colder, but all of them noticed Konrad looked… different tonight. One of them—an older man with salt-and-pepper hair and a scar running through his left eyebrow—even said it outright.
“You look well, Konrad. Healthier than I’ve seen you in years.” He glanced sideways at me, a knowing glint in his eye. “Must be the company.”
Konrad laughed, and his gaze flicked to me. Just a quick, private smile.
I tried to pretend I didn’t notice, because I can’t let an
