59: The Ball.

ALEXANDER

Like a brick to the head, it hit me and I just stood there, trying to determine what my next course of action would be.

The room fell into silence and their attention all diverted to me, curious eyes waiting for answers I couldn't quite provide. All I felt at that moment was anger, way more than I could possibly express.

“In love with her?” My mother scoffed, finding her way out of the rows of seats until she was standing directly before the podium, head raised to look at me. “What is it she's speaking of, Xander?”

Murmurs brushed through the crowd and the hall soon became rowdy. The mention of an Omega and the Alpha in the same sentence was more than enough to have them worked up.

This had never happened in centuries— ever. Omegas wound up as the wives of guards or maids in the packhouse. Nothing more. By the side of the Alpha's family, they'd bring nothing but shame and embarrassment. That was how it was written.

But by who?

“Alpha Alexander,” Kennedy was the one who call