The Midnight Thread Dance continued under the crystal trees, the silver threads between wrists glowing softly as couples swayed in slow, respectful circles. Unlike the raw, possessive Alpha Dominion Rites, this Beta tradition was all about patience and openness — partners moved together in full view of everyone, hands gentle, eyes locked, bodies close but never forceful. It was a public declaration that love did not need to be hidden or taken in shadows.
Elara danced with Lord Rowan, their wrists bound by the shimmering thread. His hand rested lightly on her lower back, warm and steady, guiding her without pulling or claiming. He looked at her like she was something precious, not a dirty secret to be used and hidden.
“You’re trembling,” Rowan murmured, voice low and full of concern. “You
