Ruby's POV
The day started with silk.
Not questions. Not conversation. Just silk,laid across the bed in three shades of moonlight: ivory, dove gray, and the softest blue.
I stood at the edge of the mattress, staring at the fabric like it was a warning.
“This one,” Jake said, lifting the pale gray. “It brings out your eyes.”
He didn’t wait for a response.
Just folded it neatly over his arm and disappeared into the wardrobe, humming to himself like this was a normal morning. Like I was a willing partner getting dressed for a celebration, not a captive about to be displayed for judgment.
Because that’s what tonight was.
Not a dinner.
A performance.
And I was the centerpiece.
My first public appearance since Jake “brought me home.” My first time stepping into a room full of alphas,
