Julia’s POV Damien ignored Aurora like she was a passing itch. His fingers tightened around mine, warm but firm, and he led me toward a group of overdressed dignitaries who smelled like power and pine oil. I hated it. I hated the way my hand felt in his, like a prop, a token of status. I played along though, smiling, bowing, sipping from yet another glass of wine, but my mind wasn’t in the room.Aurora wouldn’t take this lying down. She never did. That girl had enough ego to power a city. She'd looked like she wanted to murder someone when Damien announced I’d be meeting the RegalWolf Pack with him. She didn’t speak to me, didn’t even glance in my direction after the scene, but I knew it wasn't over. The women were chatty, wanting to discuss the latest fashion trends, and how an Omega was able to marry a powerful Alpha. But I wasn't interested in the conversation, grossly irritated by their guts. Eventually, I slipped away. The ball was noisy—too many violins, too many forced lau
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