Amelia POV
The hall was beautiful. It was everything I had imagined a ball would be and more.
The massive crystal chandelier, the stairs that led down from the entrance curving as you came down for that extra grand appeal.
Exquisite, beautiful and it was just breathtaking.
As Mark and I got to the entrance of the grand Hall, the reader announced our names.
“Alpha Mark of the Crescent Pack and Queen Amelia” Mark had my hand tucked securely in his arm.
I gasped in surprise, and he squeezed my hand in a reassuring nature to settle me.
He leaned into my ear.
“I did warn you news travels fast. They wouldn’t want to upset the Queen now; would they”
He looked at me with a raised eyebrow.
I laughed as he intended, and the tension of being called the Queen so openly left my body
