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TWELVE: WELCOME TO HELL- THE BALL

ELIZABETH MILKHART

Lace, chiffon, and silk dresses and suits shimmered in the low candle-lit room of the banquet hall as the melody of the opera and piano drifted softly through the air. I felt my shoulders sag as the sweet wine Theresa had slipped me earlier dissolved on my tongue.

It was beautiful…rich, and my head whipped from side to side to take it all in.

My dress was a silver, silk slip that hugged my curvy body and plunged low at the neckline. It had been Madam Burter’s choice and I wiggled uncomfortably in the right dress.

“God help me,” I whispered under my breath and my eyes moved through the crowd as the murmur of conversation boomed around me.

I didn't have anyone to talk to, but I was fine with that, I was staring right at the Alpha who seemed to have all the women entranced by his presence.

The King stood nearly two heads above everyone else, his tall stocky frame draped in an all-black suit with stars and beads on the shoulders. Ezra Blackwood was striking, with his wo
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