Silvia
I straightened my spine and maintained my smile, pretending I wasn't completely see-through.
As we continued walking,Alpha Sherman pressed a kiss to my temple, his fingers tightening around mine--I knew he saw everything, noticed every detail.
His hand hovered at the small of my back as we passed other guests, as if wanting to comfort me.
But I shook my head before he could speak.
"I'm fine," I said softly, my voice slightly strained, "really."
He clearly didn't believe me--I could see it in his furrowed brow and tense jawline--but he didn't argue.
Not here, not now.
The way people looked at me screamed "you don't belong here," as if I were some pitiful creature in an elegant red dress desperately pretending to be a Luna.
Some women smiled too brightly, while certain men ma
