(Logan’s POV)I can’t take my eyes off her.Evelyn stands across the ballroom like she owns the damn place—radiant, unshaken, a vision I barely recognize.her hair swept up to reveal the delicate lines of her neck. She's smiling, talking, laughing softly with some pompous Alpha who clearly doesn’t d
I smiled politely, though the compliment caught me off guard. “For now, I’m loyal to the royal family,” I replied. The conversations continued, and to my surprise, I found myself becoming the focal point of the salon. Several Alphas who had paid attention to me during the Mate Ball approached, sho
(Evelyn’s POV)I heard Logan’s question: “Who are you?” The venom in his tone made me pause, but before I could respond, my brother stepped in, his voice calm but deliberately provoking. “Looking for Evelyn, I presume?” he said, his lips curling into a smirk. “She’s tired and going to bed.” I
As the ball neared its end, many of the Alphas in attendance began the traditional gesture of offering flowers to the women they admired. It was a tradition I had almost forgotten about—a way of expressing interest or respect during the mate ball. I hadn’t expected to receive any flowers, but to m
(Evelyn’s POV)“What’s it to you?” I responded coldly, my voice steady even though my pulse was racing.Standing in front of me, Logan looked furious.His dark eyes burned with an intensity that made the air between us feel heavy. His broad shoulders were tense beneath his tailored black suit, and h
Watching. Their instincts ignited. I see it happen in real time—the moment they lock onto her as a potential mate.I grit my teeth so hard my jaw aches.They swarm her like moths to flame—offering drinks, compliments, thinly veiled innuendos. And she smiles.Not shyly.Not uncomfortably.She’s in co
(Logan’s POV)I didn’t plan to attend the Mate Ball. Honestly, even in spite of mother’s incessant nagging, I’ve been doing everything I can to avoid it.The idea of being surrounded by hopeful-eyed Alphas and fluttering Lunas made my skin itch.But the envelope sat on my desk for days, taunting me
“Ready?” my brother asked from the seat beside me. He was calm and confident, his tailored suit immaculate as always. I nodded, smoothing out the skirt of my dress. “Let’s do this.” As the car rolled up to the entrance, flashbulbs erupted like fireworks, lighting up the night. My brother stepped
(Evelyn’s POV)I immediately guessed who was behind the news—it had to be Emma.No one else would stoop so low or have such a spiteful vendetta against me. The photos, captions, and twisted rumors painting me as a cheating rogue reeked of her desperation to ruin me. I wasted no time. “Get me the P