Chapter Eleven

POV Thorne

As they walked up the staircase Axel 's smirk grew wider, like he knew something I didn't. I forced myself to remain calm, to keep my expression neutral. I extended my arm to Azalea, offering her my elbow. She took it gracefully, her touch sending a shiver down my spine. "Shall we?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

We entered the grand hall, the sound of violins filling the air. The pack stood in formation, waiting for us to begin the procession. I could feel their eyes on us, assessing our every move. As we walked past them, I could sense the tension in their shoulders, the way they held themselves just a little tighter. They were worried about us, about how we would handle being together in public. But I knew that they were also watching, waiting for any sign of weakness.

Axel continued to smirk as he walked beside me, his arm still casually draped over Azalea's shoulders. She looked over at me, her expression a mixture of sympathy and regret. I could tell she