Ridge POV
It doesn't get any better. Each one of these elite events, regardless of the reason, was the same: girls throwing themselves at all the men, irrespective of whether they were married or not. Human and shifter alike. The smell of desperation hits you the moment you walk into the room and suffocates you all night, as you try to find some way to breathe.
Tonight, although not much different, the needy and desperate are still here.
Having Robynne by my side, deflecting the woman like a shield, helps me breathe and gives me the freedom to talk to the elites without interruption. We had to intermingle and be polite to all elites; it was part of our job and lifestyle to be seen, network, and hunt something out of the ordinary.
"Son, your mate was like a magnet; the elites are gravi
