The driver pulled up to an opulent hotel, the kind with marble columns, red carpet, and more security than a royal palace.
The moment I stepped inside, I felt it — the subtle hum of high society politics in the air. Gold light spilled from crystal chandeliers, violins sang in the background, and the scent of expensive perfume mingled with the pheromones of Alphas, Betas, and Omegas navigating the room like a predator’s ball.
..............
Adrian!
Isabella glided toward me in a floor-length silver gown, her Omega scent warm like honey and champagne.
I smiled, kissing her cheek.
Adrian Vale ( MC )
Bella. You look like trouble wrapped in silk.
She rolled her eyes, though her lips twitched upward
Isabella Morttia
And you look like you spent three hours making sure your tie was perfect.
Adrian Vale ( MC )
Five
I corrected.
Adrian Vale ( MC )
One must suffer for beauty.
She laughed, looping her arm through mine.
Isabella Morttia
Come on, there’s someone I want you to meet.
We wove through the crowd, my Alpha senses automatically sorting the scents around us — most were mild, submissive, or carefully controlled. And then..
I Froze.
A presence sliced through the noise, subtle but absolute. It wasn’t Alpha. It wasn’t Omega. It was something more. My instincts — the ones that never bowed to anyone — stirred, uneasy.
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