The elegant ballroom was alive with mirth and revelry as Draken, the esteemed Alpha of the Trowbridge pack, took his place at the head table. The room was adorned with opulent decorations, casting a warm glow that accentuated the lavish attire of the attendees. The air was thick with anticipation and the subtle scent of perfume, as high-ranking pack members, influential guests, and alluring women vied for Draken's attention. As he made his way through the crowd, Draken couldn't help but recall the tender touch of Kirsty, her soft lips pressing against his in a passionate embrace. The memory brought a mischievous smirk to his lips, for no other woman had ever stirred such feelings of contentment and fulfillment within him. The connection they shared was undeniable, their bond growing strong
