The grand hall buzzed with tension as Alpha Kaelion returned, his hand firm around Jenna’s waist. He guided her back in, but her eyes didn’t lift from the marble floor. The laughter, the champagne, and music flicker—it all felt wrong now out of place.
“Go ahead,” Kaelion said gently, leaning down to whisper against her temple. “Have fun. Enjoy the gathering.”
Jenna shook her head, voice tight. “I’m not interested anymore.”
Gasps rose from the stunned guests. The music screeched to a halt. Conversations died mid-word.
A scoff sliced through the air like a knife. “Oh, please,” his stepmother—Lady Virella sneered from a corner, glass of wine in hand.
Jenna didn’t spare her a glance. “I said I’m not interested anymore,” she repeated, her voice stronger this time, though trembling. “Can we
