LONDON’S POV
Three days later.
The day of the Alpha King’s party arrived, and the air itself seemed to hum with anticipation. My chest tightened as I stood before the mirror, adjusting my suit jacket for the third time. The fabric felt too stiff, the collar too tight, but it wasn’t the clothes that were suffocating me—it was the weight of the night ahead.
Tonight wasn’t just another event. It was a turning point. Elena had agreed to come with me, and that alone made it monumental.
Don’t mess this up, I told myself, my reflection staring back with a mix of determination and unease. This was my chance to show her that being with me didn’t mean carrying the same burdens she’d shouldered before.
A knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts. Jerry leaned against the frame, his
