When Larry arranged the seating for the celebration, he deliberately placed Elliot and me in the front row where everyone could see us clearly. Even Cecilia Acre, the official spokesperson of Bourgeois Pack seated nearby, looked so excited that she seemed unable to breathe normally after Elliot arrived.
The moment she sat beside him, she immediately began adjusting her posture and appearance nonstop, obviously trying to attract his attention.
For the first time, I finally understood what it felt like to stand beside Elliot Presgrave in public.
Every woman in the hall was staring at me tonight.
Their gazes followed me everywhere like sharp claws against my skin, filled with envy, curiosity, and hostility. Some looked at me as though they wanted to tear me apart simply because I was seated beside the most desired Alpha in the room.
