The Grand Ballroom of the Onyx Tower was a sea of shimmering silk, expensive cologne, and the restless, low-frequency hum of wolf pack politics. It was the premier charity gala of the year, an event where the elite of the werewolf world gathered to flaunt their wealth and trade secrets.
Bella Ashford stepped out of the private elevator, and the air in the room seemed to shift.
She wore a backless gown of midnight blue that clung to her frame like liquid moonlight. Her hair was swept up, revealing the elegant line of her throat, now adorned not by a pack-marking collar, but by a delicate diamond choker. Beside her, Ethan Storm looked every inch the powerful Alpha, his hand resting possessively, yet respectfully, on the small of her back.
But it wasn't Bella’s beauty that caused the room
