Natalia’s POV

At long last, the day of the werewolf council's party arrived. I was extremely anxious. Over the past five years, I’d attended many parties, but most were smaller affairs. This was different; I had to face many new people, including one I desperately wanted to avoid.

"Shall we enter, my lady?"

I turned to see Eric. He extended his arm as he approached, and I nodded, placing my hand on his.

The hall was breathtaking. The sheer power emanating from those present, combined with the opulent decorations, left me awestruck. A large number of Alpha and Luna couples were in attendance. It wasn't just a party; it was a werewolf council conference.

I squeezed Eric's hand, took a deep breath, and whispered, "I can do it."

The hall was filled with wealthy individuals flaunting their riches. Women wore lavish gowns by renowned designers; men sported expensive, handmade suits. My brother had chosen a very expensive black satin gown for me.

Eric and I were the center of much attention. Men stared, but I ignored them. Some younger women seemed…

Eric introduced me to several council members. He was a well-known Beta, highly respected, which pleased me.

"I can't believe we're finally meeting you, Natalia Hansley. We've only heard about you for years," one council member said.

I smiled. "It's a delight to be here. Thank you for the invitation."

"We'd love to introduce you to every—"

"Excuse me, sir, but might I make a request?" I interrupted.

They exchanged glances and nodded.

Eric pulled me aside. "What's on your mind, Nat?"

I shook my head. "Don't worry."

"I want you all to keep my identity a secret."

They looked stunned. "What do you mean?"

"I don't want anyone to know who I am."

"But why?"

"I have my reasons."

They nodded. "She's a tough one," one said to Eric, chuckling. Eric joined in, and I, feeling bewildered, laughed sheepishly.

Did they think I have feelings for Eric? I thought, shaking my head.

Eric spoke to the council members about our pack, since my brother, the Alpha, couldn't attend.

I excused myself and went to a corner. A waiter offered champagne, and I took a few sips. My eyes scanned the hall, observing the unfamiliar faces.

Then, an angry voice cut through the air.

"Natalia, what are you doing here?"

I turned to see two women from the Crystal Blood Pack.

"Excuse me?" I asked.

They scoffed. "We thought you were dead."

The hall fell silent. I sensed a powerful presence entering—the women did too, but continued their taunts.

"Seriously, after being dumped by Alpha Adrian, how are you even alive?" one sneered.

I focused on them. "Done?" I asked, my voice tight.

Their mockery ceased, and they grew agitated. Did they think I'd engage? Never. They were nothing but clout chasers.

"You have no shame! You're not a Luna anymore! Are you here to try and win our Alpha's attention again?" one spat.

I frowned. "Shut your nonsense and leave me alone!"

They were surprised by my retort. One raised her hand to strike me, but I grabbed her wrist. My eyes, however, fell on someone else.

A man in a black, handmade suit stood there, captivating as always. Now I understood the sudden silence—him. Danger radiated from him. His dark eyes—eyes I almost forgot—were fixed on me. My past flooded back in a single glance.

"Leave my hand," I heard the woman whimper. I'd gripped her too tightly. I released her, turning my attention back to the man.

"I advise you to disguise yourself in front of your Alpha," I said.

The woman's eyes widened. Both women quickly adopted an innocent demeanor, bowing to the man.

"Alpha Adrian."

I sneered at them and looked back at Adrian. He stared solemnly at me, ignoring the women. Rage filled his eyes.

The women fled. As Adrian took a step toward me, he spoke, his tone icy.

"How dare—"

His words were cut short. My wolf reacted unexpectedly, becoming excited and chanting, "MATE."

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