Chapter 8

The gathering drags on for hours. People keep coming up to us, offering congratulations that sound hollow and forced. I smile until my face hurts and nod at the right moments and try not to let them see how much I want to disappear. Alpha Drogo stays beside me the whole time, his hand either on my waist or holding mine. It should feel possessive and uncomfortable but honestly it's the only thing keeping me grounded right now.

An older woman with silver hair approaches us, her eyes sharp and calculating. She bows her head slightly to Alpha Drogo but her gaze stays fixed on me.

"Alpha Drogo,...