Trista’s POV “The main event is about to begin,” Alpha Lemone said. “I’ve come to escort you to your seats.” He linked arms with both Hazel and I. Strange, I thought. The previous times I’d seen Alpha Lemone, he hadn’t exactly been warm and fuzzy towards me. But he led us through the crowd, chatting animatedly the entire way. Why was he suddenly being so nice and friendly? “This way, ladies,” he smiled, weaving us through the throngs of people. Hazel and I were overwhelmed. There were so many people here, and every single one of them oozed wealth. From their jewelry to their dresses and tuxedos, to their designer purses and shoes. This room was FULL of money. We continued to weave our way through the gorgeous room. Turns out, our seats were up at the front. He pulled back our chairs for us and we sat, surprised that we’d secured such amazing seats at such a prestigious event. We noticed, however, that Liam was not at our table. He was a few tables down. With Alpha Lemone’s
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