VIOLET POV
Violet POV
The gala is a f*****g blast-loud music booming, people lost in dancing and exchanging pleasantries. It reminds me of the nights I used to attend elite galas with Adrian, where all he did was show off his Luna. The way the Betas praised my beauty, the way he flaunted me like I was his greatest pride. Maybe I was. But what went wrong?
Well, tonight definitely wouldn't have me dragging down memory lane.
Chandeliers bathe the polished marble floors in a warm golden glow, the air filled with the scent of expensive cigars, aged wine, and of course the undeniable presence of dominant alphas. The entire werewolf society is here-alphas, betas, elites-all watching, all waiting.
And I?
I am exactly where I need to be.
I step forward, my elegant and gown clinging to my
