The ballroom shimmered under the chandelier light like a palace carved from glass and gold. Every noble family from the surrounding packs had gathered. Investors. Council elders. Alpha leaders. And the press—carefully controlled but present—stood near the far end of the hall waiting for the moment the King heirs would be presented. Tonight was meant to be history. Violetta stood near the grand staircase, elegance wrapped around her like armor. Her silver gown flowed softly around her legs, the Luna crown resting proudly on her head. Her hair had been styled simply, allowing the natural glow of her face to stand out. Motherhood had changed her. Softened some edges. Strengthened others. In her arms, Elara looked like a tiny moon princess in a delicate white dress, small silver ribbons tied around her wrists. Beside her, Kael rested against Draven’s chest, wearing a tiny black suit that made several women in the room smile fondly. “Look at him,” one of the elders whispered
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