“Gentlemen,” he drawled, raising his glass lazily. “Lady Diva… the cursed wolf.”
A chill slithered down Diva’s spine as the crowd turned their gazes on her. Her breath hitched. Dozens of men...Alphas, Betas, and dignitaries...stared at her like she was a spectacle. Like she was nothing but a trembling animal on display.
Her heart pounded violently beneath her ribs. The satin dress clung to her body, making her feel naked under their stares. The humiliation was suffocating. She could feel every sneer, every mocking whisper scraping at her pride.
And then her eyes caught a familiar figure across the hall.
Her breath faltered.
Alpha Logan.
Her father.
Her blood froze.
His face was unreadable at first, but then she saw it...the twitch in his jaw, the tightening of his fists. His eyes w
