Raiden’s POV
Damn that feast felt like it would never end. The noise alone was enough driving me insane.
Conversations echoed through the dining hall while pack leaders tried impressing one another with exaggerated stories and fake smiles. Drunken laughter bounced off the walls while palace staff moved nonstop between tables refilling drinks and clearing plates.
Then there was that damn scent.
Vanilla.
Mocha.
Faint now. But still there. And somehow every single time Zayden and I followed it, it pulled us right back toward Alpha Ralph’s table.
Every.
Single.
Time.
Nyx laughed loudly. “You two looked like complete fools circling that table all night.”
“Hush it,” I mutter while rolling my eyes.
He wasn’t wrong. At one point Zayden literally walked past the same table three separat
