Chapter 62: Betrayals
(Diana's POV)
The ceremonial chamber buzzed faintly with leftover tension. Humiliation coiled tightly in my chest like a poisoned snake.
I could still feel the weight of their stares, the whispers of judgment slicing through my pack bond like blades.
Dominic’s voice cut through that tension like thunder breaking a storm. “This ceremony,” he said, his golden eyes scanning the room, “will continue at Silver Moon Restaurant.”
Gasps rippled throughout the pack bonds.
Silver Moon Restaurant?
It wasn’t just prestigious—it was legendary. Only the most powerful dealt in its polished halls. I’d barely been graced with the opportunity to set foot there once before.
The wolves around me nearly stumbled over themselves with excitement.
“What a privilege
