King James, the Alpha of the Mystery Pack, to whom Alpha Henry planned to marry me off before changing his mind: what was he doing here? Did the pack invite other pack Alphas to the celebration?

My hand flew to my face to cover it while I hoped he didn't recognize me or else my identity would be revealed, but upon remembering that my picture was never taken, I sighed in relief.

I let out a gasp upon remembering something: “Uhm. Beta… I mean, Wyatt, were the Red Flame Pack also invited?” I inquired, my heart skipping a beat.

“Yes.”

“Are they here?” I clenched my fist hard, my breathing...