Alpha Asher POVThe charity banquet was exactly what I expected: a glittering cage full of fake smiles and sharper ambitions. Crystal chandeliers dripped light over tables covered in white linen and gold-rimmed plates. The air smelled of expensive perfume, aged whiskey, and desperation. Everyone here wanted something from me—money, favors, power, or worse, my attention.I stood near the back wall, nursing a glass of bourbon, watching the room like a predator sizing up prey. My suit felt too tight, my patience thinner than usual. I hated these events. They were necessary, though. The Royal name had to be seen, the Alpha King had to be feared and admired in equal measure. So I showed up, shook hands, made small talk, and let them think they mattered.Then she appeared.Callie Voss glided through the crowd like she owned the damn place. My fiancée—by arrangement, not choice. Her silver gown clung to every curve, diamonds sparkling at her throat. She looked beautiful, I’d give her that. B
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