MARGARET
I twirled in front of the mirror, admiring how my silver gown shimmered under the candlelight. The fabric hugged my waist perfectly, flaring out just enough to give it a royal touch. My long, wavy black hair cascaded down my back, making me feel like a princess from a fairy tale.
Behind me, my three best friends—Angie, Kris, and Melanie—burst into laughter. They were sprawled across my bed, watching me with teasing smiles.
“Margaret, you look absolutely stunning!” Angie clapped her hands together, her dark eyes gleaming with excitement. “Your eighteenth birthday will be the grandest event of the year. Everyone will talk about it for months.”
“Well, of course,” I said proudly, turning to face them. “My father is Alpha Victor, after all. He is inviting so many Alphas from differ
