The SUV came to a smooth halt three hours later in front of a sprawling, glass-walled estate that looked more like a five-star resort than a traditional pack house. When the door opened, Sofia stepped out, and her heart nearly stopped. The courtyard was teeming with people—men in expensive suits and women in elegant dresses—all radiating an aura of power and royalty.
"What is this?" she whispered, her voice trembling. She had thought Damien brought her for a business meeting. A simple trip.
"The Yearly Alpha Summit," Damien said, his voice low and tight as he adjusted his blazer. He didn't look at her, but he saw her flinch in shock. She was the only one there dressed in a plain, stiff maid's uniform. She felt like a dark stain on a white silk sheet.
