Penelope's POV

The crystal chandeliers in the Bloodfang territorial hall shine bright across the polished marble floor. I smooth down my dress for the third time, wishing I'd chosen something less formal. Liam's hand rests on my lower back as he guides me through the crowd of dignitaries and pack officials.

"Relax," he murmurs against my ear. "You look beautiful."

I force a smile. Everyone's watching us. The golden couple. The Alpha heir and his Omega success story. A month together and the ...