Maeve’s POV
The grand ballroom was filled with crystal chandeliers and high-society guests. Elite Alpha couples, territorial delegates, and high-ranking pack members packed the hall in tuxedos and designer gowns. Soft music played while people smiled and drank champagne.
I stood near the edge of the dance floor in a fitted emerald-green dress, holding a glass of sparkling water. I was speaking with the Alpha of the neighboring Westfall Pack when the music seemed to quiet.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw bright pink chiffon moving quickly through the crowd.
It was Genevieve.
She had spent the last three days angry over her humiliation at the dinner table and her failed attempt in Maddox’s study. The fact that Maddox already knew about my son Leo and my previous marriage had shattere
