MEGAN'S POV
I can feel eyes on us.
Not just a few curious glances, but actual stares from the remaining guests scattered around the venue, their conversations dropping to low murmurs as they look our way.
"Is that Alpha Xarion Luther?"
"What's he doing there with Megan Pierce?"
"I thought they were divorced…"
The whispers travel through the room, and I catch bits of curiosity and gossip.
But truthfully? I can't bring myself to care right now.
My mind's too busy reeling from what Xarion just told me.
He invited all those guests.
Him.
I lean back in my seat slightly, studying him across the small table as I try to wrap my head around it.
Why didn't that cross my mind earlier? When all those Alphas and high-ranking wolves started pouring in, why didn't I immediately think of Xario
