Roxxane's POV
Canan's driver pulls up in front of a huge white building.
The parking lot is packed. Expensive cars everywhere.
Canan steps out and offers his hand. I take it.
I scan the room out of habit. Exits on both sides. Security near the doors. Two at the main entrance. One near the back. All armed, all alert. The guests are mostly couples, all dressed formally.
I don't attend gatherings like this. I was trained for combat, not cocktail parties. But I keep my shoulders back, chin up.
Canan holds my hand as we walk inside.
He's got seats reserved for us, but before we can sit, he pulls me toward a group of men in the corner. Pack elders, council members, a few Betas from neighboring territories. This isn't just any wedding—Canan's friend's family has serious influence.
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