ALIONAS POV
I didn’t expect Julian to actually go through with the idea of a dinner party. But when he said it was “all part of the plan,” I should’ve known he meant business. When Julian Sanchez planned something, he didn’t do half measures. He did it grandly, recklessly, and with a kind of charisma that made everyone follow along, whether they liked it or not.
That evening, the dome sparkled like a constellation had fallen to earth. Chandeliers hung from every arch, catching the golden glow of candles and refracting it over polished marble floors. The Silverstone insignia—his pack’s symbol—was projected above the entrance like a banner of pride. Julian wanted this night to make a statement, and every detail screamed exactly that.
I stood before the mirror in the guest suite he’d offe
