Elvira

It was the night before the festival. The palace hummed with excitement, decorations, servants scurrying, gowns being tailored, perfumes being picked, endless chatter about who would wear what and who would escort who.

And yet... I hadn’t seen Alpha Jaxon since the fitting two days ago. He hadn’t come by like he said he would. Hadn’t asked to speak to me. Hadn’t said a word about the question I’d ...