-LILIAN-
The Royal Ball continued its vibrant, if tense, pace. Alexander’s grip remained a constant, bruising reminder on my waist, or arm, or hand. Every time a male's gaze lingered too long, I felt his body stiffen, his possessive aura flaring, sending out silent threats. I was a caged bird, beautiful but utterly trapped, displayed for all to see.
The dance floor beckoned, but Alexander made it clear I wouldn't be sharing a single step with anyone but him. He engaged in terse, formal conversations with other Alphas, always keeping me physically close, his eyes scanning the room, vigilant and wary.
My bladder, however, had its own demands, oblivious to the political dances and possessive displays. The elaborate gown, tight and restrictive, only added to my discomfort. After what felt
