The world seemed to stop spinning when I saw her.
My sister.
Her emerald dress shimmered beneath the chandelier light, catching every flicker of gold as though the stars themselves had chosen to crown her. Her hair flowed in perfect waves down her back, and her lips curved in a smile that was far too knowing, far too dangerous.
And her eyes—those familiar eyes—were fixed on him.
The air in the grand hall thickened, a thousand whispers rising like a tide around us. Some curious, some malicious, some hungry for scandal.
I stiffened in his arms, the dance forgotten. My hands slipped from his shoulders, but his grip on my waist held firm, anchoring me to him as though he sensed I would flee.
“Alpha,” she said again, her voice ringing through the hall, soft yet commanding. She didn’t look
