AMBeR POV
The party was in full swing, with the room glowing under the warm twinkle of countless lights. The pack house buzzed with laughter, clinking glasses, and the scent of pine and spiced desserts. Despite the festive atmosphere, a storm churned within me, especially the moment she entered.
Jennifer.
She strutted into the room like she owned it, her silver dress clinging to her as if it were painted on. Every step, every calculated flick of her hair screamed dominance, her crimson lips curved in a smirk that sent my blood boiling. She didn’t look our way, didn’t even spare a glance. Instead, she glided seamlessly into the crowd, mingling with pack members and playing the perfect role of the Alpha’s mate.
She might fool them. She might even fool herself. But she wasn’t foolin
