Third Person's POV
At her scream, all eyes turned her way.
As she was about to fall into Alpha Lance's arms, everyone gasped.
The banquet hall air froze, and the music stopped.
All attention fixated on Sabrina and Lance.
Should she land in Alpha Lance's arms, her mating pheromones would cling to him.
With so many witnesses, her prospects for a mate would be ruined.
Likely, only Alpha Lance would have to take responsibility.
But which pack did she belong to? How could she be so reckless?
Yet, this was clearly a conspiracy. Many guests discerned as much.
Their elegant facades crumbled into cold fury and disdain.
Several elder Lunas' eyes blazed with outrage. What was Sabrina trying to do? Force a mate with Lance?
Pollute him with pheromones to make herself his breeder?
The viles
