Olivia's POV
Crystal chandeliers cast shimmering reflections across the floor of the Lunera Beauty gala, the elegance of the venue matched only by the energy buzzing through the room.
Dressed in a sleek gown that hugged my frame, I stood at the edge of the crowd, watching as Council members, Alphas, and Pack allies mingled. This was a celebration of my medical formula, but it was also a testament to everything we’d worked so hard to achieve.
I took a slow breath, grounding myself. Tonight was an opportunity to bridge divides, to prove that innovation could unite where tradition often divided.
Mia moved up beside me, her emerald dress catching the light as she handed me a glass of sparkling juice. “Nervous?” she asked, a teasing smile on her lips.
“More like... determined,” I replied,
