Chapter Three – The Masked Feast
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The grand hall glittered with jewels, music, and masks. Nobles bowed as Evelina entered, her silver gown catching the torchlight. She felt every eye on her—the King’s new bride, the mysterious outsider.
From the dais, the Alpha King watched her. His expression gave nothing away, but his gaze never left her.
A masked stranger appeared at Evelina’s side, bowing low. His voice was soft, urgent. “You do not belong to him. Remember that.”
Her breath caught. “Who are you?”
But before she could press, the King’s voice thundered across the room.
“Dance with me.”
The crowd parted instantly. The stranger vanished, leaving Evelina shaken. The King’s hand closed around hers, warm, unyielding.
“You draw wolves with your defiance,” he murmured as they moved across the floor. “Be careful whose whispers you listen to.”
Evelina met his eyes, heart racing. “Perhaps I prefer wolves to cages.”
His grip tightened—not cruel, but possessive. The music swelled, the crowd faded, and for one dangerous heartbeat, Evelina felt both prisoner and queen, both rebel and desired.
And in the shadows, unseen, the masked stranger watched… waiting.
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✨ End of Chapter Three (condensed
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