The gilded ballroom shimmered, reflecting the light from a thousand candles. And it’s like Kaelen’s presence made Elara notice the breathtaking atmosphere, but as she looked at Damon, she felt like a weed choking in a garden of prize roses. Tonight was the Royal Gathering, a chance for Alpha packs across the land to pay homage to the reigning monarch and, more importantly, to each other. Damon, her mate, the Alpha of the Blackwood Pack, treated her like an accessory, a broodmare draped in finery. His hand pressed into the small of her back wasn't a gesture of affection, but a claim, a possessive brand.
He was currently engrossed in conversation with Alpha Theron, his friend and ally, who's also the alpha of Crimson Claw pack, their voices low and laced with ambition. Elara knew the game. Da……
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