Full Moon Fling with a Billionaire Alpha

ummed with the echoes of Lucian's revelation, painting my perception of the world in shades of silver and danger. My carefully cu

tood here, celebrating success, basking in the admiration of strangers? Now, those same faces seemed masked, their smiles harboring whispers an

relegated to the role of a terrified bystander in this unfolding drama. Taking a deep breath, I squared my shoulders, the champagne flute transforming

eadlines. But Lucian, the puppeteer with eyes like molten silver, had vanished. Every movement, every con

, her eyes narrowed in predatory amusement. Victoria Kensington, Lucian's closest confidante, is rumored to hold her

"Well, well, Elle," she purred, her voice dripping with v

rming my suspicions. Lucian's secret was no longer his ow

y voice surprisingly stead

her lips. "Oh, darling," she breathed, "that dep

st some orchestrated performance for the amusement of the elite, the secrets of the Silvermoon Pack a mere

the shadows, illuminating a stage at the far end. Anticipation crackled in the air, the whispers morphing into a collec

The Alpha. And now, the conduc

e silver cufflink catching the light, and the crowd parted like waves before a storm. His gaze met mine, a s

pretend this was just a bad dream. Or, I could step into the spotlight, embrace the chaos, a

of my former life. This was no longer Elle Wilder, architect of steel and glass. This was E

this time, the prey was

ed. Let the per