Counterback of the Despised Luna by Diana West

Chapter 7 Don’t Expose Me

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When I came out. Caden had already finished his speech and was talking with some senior Betas from Eclipse Pack.

I couldn’t be bothered to approach him Instead, I stood off to the side, sipping my wine, when Eleanor suddenly spotted me. She walked toward me quickly, like a predator eyeing its prey

Looking at the wine in my hand, she warned me. “Rosaline, don’t wander off. Stay put and don’t embarrass. the Eclipse Pack”

I stared at Eleanor’s face, regretting attending this event just out of boredom.

I wanted to snap back, but before I could say anything. Wendy showed up, flanked by a few haughty female wolves

Wendy strutted over, all grace and elegance as if the earlier incident in the restroom had never happened.

She cozied up to Eleanor, then turned to me with a bright smile. “Mrs. Eleanor, this must be Caden’s fiancée! Ms. Sinclair, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

I almost gagged. In terms of pretending to be innocent and prim, Wendy was a master of her craft.

Eleanor shot me a glare, then smiled at Wendy. “Wendy, don’t bother with her. She’s just an Omega from Frostmoore, unrefined and clueless about any manners.”

“It’s fine. Mrs. Eleanor. By the way. I’ve heard that Ms. Sinclair is exceptionally talented. There’s a piano on stage–how about a little friendly competition?” Wendy’s eyes sparkled with mischief.

The entire room had been buzzing with whispers from the start of the celebration. All of them were rumors about me being an incompetent Omega from Frostmoore. Where had Wendy heard about my supposed talent

She was clearly trying to humiliate me.

could even protest, Wendy walked confidently toward

turned to

scan the room with a smile, then gently pressed the keys,

I’ll admit,

she finished, the crowd applauded.

walked toward me with a bright smile. “It seems like I didn’t perform well, Ms. Sinclair. It’s your turn

female wolves

are you just going to stand there? Don’t tell me you can’t play

making sure everyone around us could hear, hoping

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face darkened, and she shot me a

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humiliated, but she thought the problem was

“I just think playing piano at a banquet feels like performing

I confidently walked toward the piano, set my wine glass down on the edge, and addressed the

my fingers gently on the keys, and a melody rich with emotion poured from my hands, fillin banquet hall.

could embarrass me, but she

the

piano when I was ten years old. After

the Werewolf Continent had ever seen me fail in anything.

the crowd was entranced. People on the dance floor began moving

and even if they didn’t have great taste, they could tell that my performance far outshone Wendy’s. And not just