The Vale Gala had always been a performance. Tonight, it was also a battlefield dressed in crystal and champagne.I stood at the top of the marble staircase, music swelling beneath my feet, light fracturing across chandeliers. Gold and silver wolves filled the room below - Alphas, Lunas, board members, investors, enemies pretending to be neither.And every single one of them looked up. Good. Let them look.The dress clung like it had been designed as a warning rather than clothing - liquid emerald silk poured over curves that refused to be ignored, cinched at the waist, daring everywhere else. The slit revealed a flash of thigh with every step, not hurried, not shy. Controlled.My hair was a cascade of soft blonde waves, styled loose and luminous, the kind of gold that caught light and attention whether it wanted to or not. Marilyn-perfect. Disarming. Deadly. My lips were painted a deep, deliberate red - not innocent, not apologetic.I knew exactly what they saw when they looked at m
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