“No, it’s not Miss Anthony. This is the Luna of Litha Night Walker Pack,” Ainsley said.
The makeup artist froze, her brush slipping slightly between her fingers. “What?”
“She’s my mate.” Ainsley’s voice was firm, leaving no room for doubt. His sharp gaze settled on the makeup artist. “What do you think you should call her?”
The woman’s face paled instantly. A thin sheen of sweat formed on her forehead, ruining the delicate makeup she had just applied. Her hands trembled as she lowered her head, realizing her mistake.
At the back of the room, Alex stiffened.
His head lifted slowly, his gaze locking onto Eloise.
For a brief moment, an unreadable emotion flickered in his eyes. Then, he quickly lowered his gaze, but his clenched fists betrayed the turmoil within. His body remained motion
