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“Fool them, give them a fake celebration, that way we will know if they want peace or they go for the attack, and the treaty is just a smoke curtain." My mate is not only beautiful, but also very smart. “Good call, Angie,” Mat said, and I took a deep breath. “There is this Winter Ball… They do a couple of them over the year. The Moon Ball is where they find their partners, but not everyone is in attendance. Only the newly shifted supernatural and some members of the hierarchy.” I started spewing convincing bullshit. If you want to send a lie across and make it believable, you must mix it with some truth.

Bang! "Ava, open this door!" The sharp click of my stepmother’s heels against the floorboards made my stomach twist. Before I could even move, Lydia pushed the door open. She stood there holding a dress that looked both expensive and suffocating. "Look at you," she hissed. Her cold eyes swept over my tear-stained face with absolute disgust. "Crying over a boy who had the guts to throw you away. Get up. Wash your face. You’re going to the Lycan King's Ball."

“Exactly. We host it, we control the narrative. We show strength. We show that whatever power he thinks is hiding here doesn’t scare us.” I picked up the letter and broke the seal, scanning the formal invitation. The words blurred. My mind was still half on Elara — the way she had looked in that fitted training outfit, the way the entire field had gone silent when she stepped out. If she came to the ball in something like that… Kylan cleared his throat. “At least we know she’s not a white witch. She should be safe. Right?” The words landed like a stone in still water.

He walked back to the house and left me on the porch. We had a thousand things to do. Everything had to be perfect for the Crescent Moonball. We didn’t have uniforms so Rachel told us to buy black dresses but with everything going on we might not have the time for that today. Ezra offered alcohol from his bar for the ball. He had the strong stuff that could actually get shifters drunk. I won the coin toss and left to get the boxes of alcohol. “How’s it going?” Marley asked with a smug grin from behind the counter.

“You’re back. Did you kill the thing?” “Yes,” I said, then cut straight to, “Where’s Lyra?” “Oh, her? She and Myra went into town for a shopping spree.” A muscle ticked in my jaw. “Shopping spree.” “And I was just about to follow them into town myself,” she added breezily. “A little sightseeing before the ball later.” I stopped walking. “What ball?” She arched one perfectly shaped brow. “The Winter Solstice ball? Big end-of-Solstice celebration. Myra said it’s open to the whole town. Dancing, music, and probably enchanted wine.

"Ok, ok we're both grateful then " " Yh, Here I thought you were daydreaming about meeting your mate at the ball" "What ball?" " Don't tell me you weren't aware that our annual mating ball is coming up?" " Ohh, that ball. I didn't know it was close. It's not like I'm going to attend anyways" " Why? You have to attend it's every slave's fantasy"

"They're your people; you're the luna. Nothing is going to go wrong, and even if anything does, it's not going to be the end of the world. I'll be there to help you through; Oliver is going to be there; Sandra is also going to be there, so there's no reason for you to start going ballistic over some party mishap." "You're perfect, and everything is going to be perfect because it was made by you. And don't let anything or anyone tell you that you're not ready, because you are. You are ready; you were born ready. Now raise that beautiful chin up and show them who's boss!" Harry raises a cheery fist to the air, and I can't help the small laugh that escapes from my throat. I love this man so muc

The brothers spoke as one, their voices melting into one another’s as they slithered across the length of the ballroom. “Let the games begin.” All around us other’s began peeling open their envelopes, breaking the wax seal to peer at what hid within. I removed mine from the pocket hidden within the folds of my gown, a knot settling within the pits of my stomach. Draco scanned the room, eyes alert and ready for the slightest hint of trouble. “No matter what our tasks are, we’ll remain at your side, tiny goddess.” “That’s comforting, at least. Well, here goes nothing.” I exhaled, peeling back the wax seal, emblazoned with a crescent moon.

INT. LUXURIOUS BALLROOM - NIGHT The opulent ballroom was a sight to behold, adorned with shimmering crystal chandeliers that cast a warm, enchanting glow over the elegantly dressed werewolves in their human forms. The grand party was a spectacular affair, with champagne glasses clinking and laughter echoing through the air. The anticipation was palpable as guests revealed in the opulence of the setting. In the midst of the gathering, a commanding figure stood at the centre of attention. Alpha Stephen, the embodiment of strength and power, held a device in his hand. His voice resonated with authority as he began to address the crowd.

‘They must be Harry Potter fans. He didn’t think that any of the songs in the soundtrack could be used in this way. Now, as he watched the two, he felt as if he was being transported into the magical world. He had watched the previous movies and in one of them there was a scene where the students of Hogwarts had a Yule ball. ‘Ah. This is that feeling.’ He was starry-eyed as he watched the two dancing like magical beings. Towards the end of it, he rose from his seat and applauded them. “Very good!! Amazing! Yes! That’s perfect!!!”