Chapter 42

By the time they arrived, the ballroom was alive with the hum of conversation and the gentle clinking of glasses

The crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow over the elegantly dressed crowd, creating a shimmering spectacle of light and shadow.

As Nora and Leo stepped through the grand double doors, heads turned almost instantly.

Nora’s appearance was nothing short of captivating

Her gown, a deep champagne golden that complimented her striking features, swept gracefully along the polished floor.

The subtle sparkle of her earrings caught the light, drawing attention to her poised expression.

Len, in his tailored midnight–black suit, exuded a quiet authority that made him the perfect counterpart to Nora’s elegance

“Mr. Leo. Ms. Nara the host exclaimed, moving quickly to greet them. His smile was broad and genuine, his voice carrying over the murmurs of the crowd. “What a pleasure to have you both here tonight.”

“The pleasure is ears” Leo replied smoothly, shaking the host’s hand. Nora offered a warm smile, her voice calm and measured as she added. “The arrangements are beautiful. It’s a lovely gathering”

As they exchanged pleasantries, Nora couldn’t ignore the growing ripple of whispers among the guests.

Eyes darted toward the entrance, and a wave of surprise spread through the room.

Curious, she and Leo turned their heads to see what had drawn such a reaction.

The doors creaked open, and a sudden tension swept over the atmosphere.

Beside her, Lena, her wolf stiffened, her voice a hurried whisper. “It’s him. He’s here.”

Nora muttered “Who?, though she already suspected the answer.

“Arnold.” Lena murmured, a hint of excitement and complexity in her tone.

The band between their ma

them irresistibly drawn to each other, but

Arnold strode into the room

presence drew attention as he walked, his

Linda, wearing a gown that was unmistakably from one of

frame, the intricate beadwork

amplified by her choice of

with hushed remarks. “That gown… it’s

it costs

important,” another voice chimed in. “Do you think

heart sank, t

expression remained calm.

public settings had trained her to mask her

ched her

I much prefer the lady in the champagne golden gown,” a man commented, gesturing subtly toward Nura. “There’s something rape about her. That kind of grace at something money

in the balls

ballroom seemed to

unreadable until his eyes landed on Nora. For a brief moment, the noise fade,

Chapter 42

him. Linda followed his line of sight,

one of irritation.

his presence grounding and protective. He leaned in slightly, his voice low and

though the flutter of unease

of the ballroom seemed distant to Nora as her thoughts

Snowmoon pack was small, everyone knew

have the

afferd such

fund Linda’s opulent

to piece together the truth: Arnold had bought the

a

nothing. She’d always prided herself on her composure, and tonight

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