The music from the grand hall moved faintly through the walls of the mansion, its rhythm dull and distant the farther one moved from the heart of the party. Laughter, clinking glasses, and the low hum of conversations echoed faintly along the corridors, but here the atmosphere was colder.Seraphina was growing tired of waiting. Her fingers tightened around the stem of her wine glass until the crystal nearly snapped. Across the hall, nobles and wolves from different packs mingled under glittering chandeliers. Silk dresses swayed, servants moved with trays of wine, and musicians played softly near the balcony.Yet none of it mattered to her.Her sharp gaze slid across the room toward the raised platform where Alpha King Desmond stood speaking with a group of Alphas. Normally, he dominated every space he entered. His presence commanded attention, admiration, and fear.Tonight, however, something was different. His mood had changed. His shoulders were tense, his jaw clenched more than u
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