JASMINE'S POV
"I still don't see why I have to wear this," I grumbled, tugging at the sapphire velvet sleeve clinging to my arm like a second skin.
"You look stunning," Aiden said without looking up from his cufflinks. "And tonight, you need to be seen."
"Oh, I'll be seen," I murmured under my breath, adjusting the neckline. "I just hope I don't stab someone with my heels before dessert."
"You say that like it's a bad thing."
I shot him a glare in the mirror. "Do all Alpha events come with a side of veiled threats and designer dresses?"
He smirked, crossing the room in long, confident strides. "Only the important ones."
"And this is…?"
"The Annual Alpha Ball," he said, brushing a strand of hair over my shoulder and clasping a necklace around my throat. "Every pack leader, every supernatural politician, every threat we know of, will be in that ballroom tonight."
"And you're dragging me there; why?" I lifted a brow.
