Prince Lucian
“You are going to the masquerade party,” the Alpha said, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. His intense gaze bore into me.
“What’s it gonna be about?” I asked, trying to keep my tone casual.
“A reminder of the power we hold.” He chuckled. “Oh my Goodness, son. At this time, you may see me as your father figure. But let’s put aside the doom and gloom for now.” He drew a deep breath. “I trust Selene will help both of you.”
“She’s seemed useless,” I replied, unable to hide the bitterness in my voice.
He raised an eyebrow, the challenge in his expression clear. “You don’t have to be like this, Lucian—”
“Isn’t the central idea of this ball about dancing with someone?” I cut him off, frustration bubbling up. “I have no one to dance with.”
“That’s not it,” he gasped, ra
