Viktoria POV
The moment Marco and I step into the banquet hall, a few heads turn. Eyes skim over me, assessing my appearance, whispering my importance, calculating my worth. I feel the shift in the room like a breeze against my skin. There’s surprise, curiosity, and suspicion, all blending into one strange, prickling sensation.
Kyra’s gaze darts between me and Marco. Her polished smile is alluring, but her eyes, well, they still carry some disdain for me. She slips her hand into Marco’s.
“Let me show you to the head of the table,” she says, already pulling him toward the ornate chair.
Marco glances back at me. “Elon, find Viktoria a seat.”
Elon nods stiffly. “Of course, Alpha.”
As soon as Marco and Kyra turn away, Elon sidles closer, muttering under his breath. “Coming to this dinne
