Aria's POV
The invitation arrived the next morning.
At first, I thought it was a mistake.
Then I read it again.
And again.
And again.
Still the same words.
Still impossible.
I stared at the elegant cream-colored envelope resting on my kitchen counter.
The official seal of Mooncrest Pack was pressed into the wax.
My heart pounded.
Slowly, I unfolded the letter.
Miss Aria Blackwood,
Your presence is requested at the Mooncrest Founders Gala this Saturday evening.
You are invited as Alpha Damien Thorn's personal guest.
I stopped breathing.
My stomach dropped.
My pulse skyrocketed.
Personal guest?
Surely not.
There had to be another explanation.
A very logical explanation.
One that didn't involve the most powerful Alpha in the region personally inviting me to the most impo
