His Authoritative Aura

Elora's POV.

Everyone in the building seemed to be enjoying their time, unlike me. It was a nice view, seeing most people sitting in their spots, discussing business while others drank and spoke about unimportant things.

They all looked wealthy, dressed in designer clothes and expensive jewellery, exuding an air of richness. I felt a pang of pressure to keep up with such living, even though it felt alien to me.

I walked over to an empty table and sat down. I grabbed a glass of wine from a nearby tray and took a sip, letting the rich, smooth flavour linger on my tongue.

As I sipped, I looked around the room, trying to observe everyone. The loud music was meant for dancing, but most people preferred to sit and talk. No one seemed interested in dancing wildly like they did in clubs.

“How the fuck am I expected to forget Alpha Killian in this situation? It’s really boring here!” I scoffed to myself, taking another sip from my drink. The boredom and frustration of the night were starting