Sofia's hand trembled as Damien's fingers closed over hers, guiding her toward the grand double doors of the ballroom. The sounds of lively chatter, clinking glasses, and a string quartet drifted from beyond the heavy wood. She could feel the pulse thrumming in his wrist, mirroring the frantic beat of her own heart.
"Remember what I told you," Damien's voice was a low growl, meant only for her. "Don't look at them. Don't speak. You are with me."
The doors swung open, revealing a breathtaking sight. A massive ballroom, lit by crystal chandeliers that dripped light like diamonds, stretched out before them. Hundreds of Alphas, Betas, and high-ranking pack members mingled, their expensive clothes shimmering, their laughter echoing. The air was thick with the rich scent of fine wines and an intoxicating mix of powerful wolf scents.
And then, they stepped in.
