The wolf pack charity gala was a glittering affair.
The moment I walked in, conversations stalled. Luna Chloe stood at the center of the hall, linked arminarm with Alpha Ethan like she was born to rule.
She smiled at me, but her pupils shrank the instant our eyes met.
She recognized me.
Not Alpha Evelyn.
Emily.
“Miss Marcus,” she greeted me sweetly. “I didn’t expect you to attend tonight.”
“Why not?” I returned the smile. “A charity gala? I wouldn’t miss the entertainment.”
Her eyes glinted as she glanced at my dress. “Oh no, your hem is wet…”
A moment later, a servant carrying champagne “tripped,” spilling the entire glass down my skirt.
Soft gasps and muffled laughter followed.
“Oh, I’m so sorry!” the servant bowed repeatedly.
I stared at her. Then calmly picked up my own
