Jason’s POV
The Waverly Royal Pack’s grand ballroom was nothing short of extravagant—gold chandeliers, marble floors, and massive banners displaying their crest. The entire space pulsed with tension as pack members mingled, their eyes scanning for potential mates.
As soon as Coral and I stepped forward, our single packmates spread out, blending into the crowd. The energy in the room shifted as we moved, our presence undeniable among the sea of werewolves.
I led Coral through the ballroom, past mingling shifters and watchful elders, toward our intended target—the Northern Pack’s Alpha, Nolan, and his Luna, Nya.
The moment we neared, Alpha Nolan’s eyes landed on me, his sharp gaze softening as a smirk pulled at his lips.
"Alpha," I greeted him with a respectful nod.
His smirk widened.
