Alpha’s Rejected Slave

Sheila’s POV

The festival began at the early hours of the morning kings from their respective Packs were present feasting, chatting and forming new connections. I hid away in a corner with my head bent slightly, sat on my knees hoping to get a peek from a distance. I was farther from the hall so most of the images came out blurred, there was so little my eyes could do from the distance, but the loud noises, and conversations were not unnoticed.

But Tagon.

A familiar masculine build, handsome straight face and an immaculate white apparel flowing to the ground in a bulky wave.

Hitched breath.

Blood...