|| Lilac’s POV ||

The grand hall was breathtaking—crystal chandeliers glowing overhead, crimson velvet drapes adding a royal touch, and tables piled high with fancy food and champagne. The air smelled like expensive perfume and roasted meat, rich and overwhelming.

Every important alpha and noble in the country had come for the engagement ceremony. Laughter and clinking glasses filled the room, but I felt completely out of place—like a puppet in a show I never signed up ...