Elvira
We walked back to the pack house, the silence between us saying more than words ever could. My heart raced in my chest, the steady thud echoing louder than the soft crunch of our boots on the gravel. I tried to keep my face neutral, like I wasn’t scared out of my mind. But I was.
Was he going to send me away?
Maybe I shouldn’t have left the garden. Maybe I should’ve stayed under Brielle’s watch. Maybe…
My gaze flicked to the side. Jaxon’s Beta was walking behind us, rigid as stone, exchanging cold glances with me like I was the plague they foolishly allowed too close to the heart of their pack. My stomach turned.
Then Alpha Jaxon spoke, his deep voice a balm and a knife all at once.
“Ronan, let’s have the royal stylist ready tonight. We’re running out of time before the fest
