By the time we reach the meeting room, the air feels dense with anticipation, and it’s immediately clear that Micah hasn’t slept at all. His eyes are bloodshot and glazed over, his movements sluggish, as though he’s been awake for far too long. He leans heavily against the table, his posture showing the strain of exhaustion before sitting down.
“So, you want to hold a costume ball, do you?” Micah’s voice is low and hoarse from lack of sleep. His gaze is distant, almost unfocused, as he looks at me with skepticism. “Are you certain you want to go down this path? This isn’t a decision to take lightly.”
“I’m willing to do whatever it takes to fit in with the rest of the alphas,” I reply, my tone firm despite the tightness in my chest. I know this is the only way forward, even if it means lo
