“Be my partner for the ball,” Keshton whispered. As if time had stopped with the softness of his voice, Sibyl froze in his lap, rendered mute by surprise. The look in his eyes was like a spell cast upon her, leaving no room for doubt that she had misheard him. He had truly asked her to a ball. But why her? Who was she? A rejected and abandoned she-wolf, struggling to make ends meet with no pack to protect her and a massive debt to her name. Meanwhile, he was a handsome, powerful, yet dangerous rogue Alpha. Her creditor, who had a strange fascination with her white eyes. Their statuses were as different as the earth and the moon, no matter the angle one viewed them from. She was no longer a Luna, and in her current state, she was not even worthy of meeting his gaze, let alone boldly sitting
