*Emily*

What the fuck is going on around here?

Why the hell are these Alphas holding a party in my honor? It doesn’t make sense. Not that I don’t love a good party, especially when I am the guest of honor, but none of that seems to fit because I knew that they all hate me.

Still… here I am wearing a fancy dress, the eyes of dozens of rich, handsome men on me, and I can’t help but flutter my eyelashes and flirt with every man who comes my way.

“Well, you must ...