Ryan was quickly pulled away by other guests, and Dominic excused himself to return to the Alpha-only room on the third floor. As they walked away, Paige's composure crumbled.
"Did you see that?" she whispered, hurt evident in her voice. "He barely even looked at me."
I squeezed her hand. "Paige, you should go with him. You're his fiancée."
She shook her head, blinking back tears. "What's the point? He doesn't want me there. He never has."
"What do you mean?" I asked, guiding her to a quieter corner.
"I've loved Ryan since we were cubs," Paige confessed. "But he's never felt the same. The only reason we're engaged is because our packs arranged it. He's never found his fated mate, and the Quinn Pack needs a Luna."
I watched Ryan on the dance floor, two women in revealing dresses
