The hall is truly gorgeous, candle-lit chandeliers hoisted high in the ballroom, casting a glowing golden light down on all of the attendees.
Victor stands at the entrance to the hall, his mother and father on one side, Rafe and Bridgette on the other. Victor has his hands in his pockets, surveying the room. It’s a big night for him – one which could, perhaps, make or break him.
His mother gives his hand a small, subtle squeeze. “You’ve got this, my boy,” she whispers. Victor gives her a quick smile, and then, as one, they walk into the room.
It’s a charity event, like so many others for Alphas from their communities. This one supports widowed wives and their children, an honorable cause which Victor has famously supported before.
While he’s here to support the charity, it’s also an
