It was supposed to be a celebration. The gender reveal of the Alpha heir. Our child. Yet I was alone.
The guests had long since left. Their whispers, their pitying glances, their forced smiles still lingered in the air like ghosts that refused to disappear. Even the servants had retreated, leaving me in the suffocating quiet of the grand hall.
Midnight had passed. Then one. Then two. Still, I stayed.
Because a small, foolish part of me believed that maybe, just maybe, Alpha Cain would walk through those doors, breathless and apologetic, telling me he had been delayed by something urgent.
That he hadn’t forgotten. That he still cared.
I stared at my phone again, my fingers trembling slightly as I unlocked it. Twenty-three missed calls. Thirty-seven messages. All sent to him. All unanswered.
“Alpha… where are you?” I whispered, though there was no one there to hear me.
My chest tightened. I told myself not to cry. Not again. I had done enough of that already.
Instead, I opened social media. A distraction. Anything to quiet the storm inside my chest.
That was when I saw it.
A live broadcast. The title alone made my stomach drop.
“Exclusive Alpha Party – Live Now.”