Donna’s POV
When Leona said the word ball, my stomach twisted.
I tried to argue, to tell her I wasn’t ready to face a hall full of strangers who already whispered my name like a sweet that could change the bitter taste in their mouths.
But she only smiled, that knowing mother’s smile that said resistance was useless.
“My dear, you can’t hide forever,” she said, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “The people need to see their Luna, the woman who tamed their Alpha.”
I wanted to laugh. Tamed him? I couldn’t even look Dane in the eyes for long without feeling the bond sting through my veins.
When she left, Clara entered quietly with a tray of silks and silver threads. The gown shimmered in her hands, sunlight captured in fabric.
“It’s tradition,” she said softly. “Silver for renew
