Chapter 819 The Goddess on the Red Carpet
That evening, outside a lavish nightclub, nearly every high-ranking werewolf from packs across the entire Eastin Coast had gathered.
A red carpet stretched from the entrance all the way to the roadside, lined with reporters and waves of lower and mid-ranking werewolves.
Truman, the Alpha of the Grimmoon Pack, drew every eye to him as he stepped out of his car, his powerful Alpha presence instantly felt. The reporters’ flashes went wild, firing off nonstop as they captured him from every angle.
The host immediately bowed respectfully and spoke in an excited tone, “And here we see the Alpha of the Grimmoon Pack, Mr. White! In previous years, Mr. White has always attended alone – could tonight be different? Will we be in for a surprise?”
Hearing this, a few socialites walking ahead slowed their steps on purpose, trying to time it so they could meet Truman.
They were all guessing he’d always shown up solo before, so this year probably wouldn’t be any different. They thought, if they could walk the rest of the carpet alongside Truman, maybe they could score a date, and if one of them could actually become his Luna, that would be the ultimate prize.
But Truman didn’t do what they expected. Instead of hurrying to catch up with them, he buttoned the last button of his suit jacket and then turned back toward the car, making a gentlemanly gesture of invitation.
The socialites all gasped in unison. Could it be? Was Truman actually bringing a date?
“No way! Maybe he’s just brought his mother for the occasion!” someone quickly denied.
But before the words could even settle, a slender, pale hand slowly emerged from the car. Her hand naturally fell into his palm, and with his gentle pull, its owner stepped out, one leg extending gracefully to touch the ground – long, powerful, and beautiful.
With a figure that youthful and striking, there was no way she was Truman’s mother.
The entire crowd held its breath. Finally, like a goddess descending, the stunning girl slowly emerged into view.
She wore a strapless, shoulder-length gown, her thick blonde hair cascading naturally down, grazing the bare skin of her shoulders. Just a slight turn of her gaze was enough to make people forget to breathe.
Her face was almost unreal in its perfection – eyes like stars and oceans, lips shaped so exquisitely that every curve felt like a deliberate work of art.
As she scanned the crowd, her eyes carried a calm and confident poise. Even though many had already recognized her as just an Omega, the powerful aura radiating from her felt innately Alpha-like – like someone born to command admiration and respect.
It gave people the sense that simply seeing her was a reminder of the beauty in this world—that there were always higher peaks, greater wonders beyond what they knew.
And at the same time, it made them uneasy, as if they feared – if they never saw this kind of beauty again, how could they go on?
In that moment, even the photographers forgot to snap their cameras. They just leaned out, staring at her without blinking.
Hayley’s POV:
I wasn’t used to this overwhelming attention – it was even a little suffocating.
But beside me, Truman wore a proud, smug expression as he said, “I’m starting to regret inviting you as my date.”
“Too late for that.” I yanked on his arm. “I’m already here, and you still have to keep your promise.”