Elena’s POV.
I considered Ramona’s words for a moment. I was not about to sit back and allow Biana to get the upper hand.
“I will be there,” I agreed, squaring my shoulders. “I assume Biana is going as Raymond’s representative? As he clearly can’t attend a public black-tie event tonight.”
“No, he can’t,” Ramona replied with a heavy sigh. “He can’t miss such a major gathering without raising suspicion, but he certainly can’t walk a red carpet in his condition, either. Which leaves us with only one option: Biana will go in his place as the Alpha’s official representative—being his wife, after all.”
A sharp sting of jealousy slithered through me, so sudden and potent it almost took my breath away. Every time Biana was referred to as his wife, something deep inside me revolted. Besides my
