Emily
I’d worn silk armor before. And I had a feeling I would need it at tonight’s Pack event.
The dress wasn’t chosen for softness or appeal—it was structure. The neckline sharp, the color bold. A deep midnight blue that caught the light like the sea at night.
I didn’t ask Logan for approval. I didn’t need it.
When I entered the ballroom, the air shifted. It was subtle—but palpable. Heads turned. Not in mockery. Not pity. But in curiosity.
A few months ago, I wouldn’t have been invited to a diplomatic dinner, let alone seated near the Alpha. But now? Now I was his assistant. His fiancée. His scandal.
And something more dangerous. I was becoming his success story.
Logan was already there, speaking with two senior representatives from the Silverpine Pack. When he spotted me, he off
