Lorelei POV
A gentle warmth spread through my chest at Kaelen’s words, easing some of the suffocating heaviness that had been weighing on me since I stepped into the ballroom.
In a room filled with sharp eyes and hidden malice, the warmth of his hand over mine felt like an anchor, reminding me that I wasn’t alone in this.
But Kaelen was still the Alpha King, and a ruler couldn’t sit in one corner all night.
As much as I wanted us to stay wrapped up in our little bubble, he had duties to handle, hands to shake, and alliances to maintain. So when he finally started moving through the ballroom, I stayed by his side.
And because of the scene Jaxen had caused earlier, especially with the bastard still very much present and probably burning holes into the back of my head, Kaelen’s hand never left my waist.
He guided me through the ballroom like I was an extension of him, his arm firmly around me as though he had no intention of letting me out of his reach.
There was something almost amusing about it because, with the way he kept me tucked against his side, he looked less like a king attending a banquet and more like a dragon guarding its favorite treasure.
A very possessive dragon.
"Your wife is really..." An Alpha approached us in a dark wine-colored suit, his salt-and-pepper hair neatly combed back. He bowed respectfully to Kaelen before turning toward me with a warm, toothy smile. "...a vision tonight, Alpha King."
He extended his hand toward me.
"It’s an absolute honor to finally meet the woman who managed to capture the King’s stone-cold heart..."
Before I could even raise my hand to return the gesture, Kaelen intercepted him.
His hand closed around the Alpha’s outstretched one, stopping it midair before firmly pushing it back down to his side.
The Alpha let out an awkward chuckle, wincing slightly under the subtle display of raw strength before quickly recovering his composure.
"Ah... I see the Alpha King is exceptionally protective of his Luna," he said, clearing his throat. "Not that I blame you. I’m much the same way with my own."
He straightened his jacket before turning slightly toward the woman beside him.
"I’m Alpha Aldric of the Thornwood Pack," he introduced himself, his voice warm and genuine. "And this is my Luna, Selene."
With that, a woman shyly stepped forward. She wore a flowing deep-purple gown that complemented her warm brown skin, while her dark hair was twisted into an elegant updo.
There was a quiet grace to the way she carried herself, and when she offered me a gentle smile, there was something warm and genuinely kind in her expression.
"Alpha King," she said, bowing her head respectfully to Kaelen before turning her attention to me.
Her smile widened when our eyes met, but it faltered almost immediately. She hesitated, her lips parting as a look of quiet panic crossed her face.
"And... um..."
She seemed to struggle with what to say next before finally lowering her head into a deeper bow.
"My apologies, but I... I’m not really sure what title I should address you by."
I hadn’t planned on speaking much tonight. My entire strategy had been to stay quietly beside Kaelen, hide in his formidable shadow, and somehow survive the rest of the evening without drawing any more attention to myself than I already had.
But Kaelen, whose guard was still firmly up beside me, turned his head slightly toward me.
"What do you think?" he asked softly, leaving the decision entirely up to me.


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