Elijah.
I scowl across the table, my gaze fixed on my father, the almighty alpha, as he chats with the ice-queen herself—Valerie. They’re discussing plans for the Elder’s Summit, their voices a mix of conceited authority and false pleasantries. Valerie’s leaning in too close, her laugh grating on my nerves as she nods at whatever ridiculous idea my father is spouting now. Something about custom outfits. Of course, there’s a designated designer—because the Summit isn’t complete without overpriced clothes to make them look important. I dig my nails into my palm under the table, forcing myself to focus on anything but their smug faces.
My attention drifts, pulled across the courtyard despite myself. I see her. Hailey. She’s sitting with her parents, and everything about her screams discomfo
