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CHAPTER 309
~Author's POV~
It was one of the quarterly Alpha Summit Celebrations.
The ballroom of the Crescent Crown Hotel glistened under the glow of a thousand fae-lights floating midair, casting soft glimmers across polished floors.
The Alpha Summit had drawn together leaders from every region—North, East, South, and West—and the energy in the room buzzed with power, pride, and secrets.
Dressed in ceremonial attire, alphas and their councils mingled, exchanging greetings, firm handshakes, and glasses of bloodwine and champagne.
A distant string quartet played something hauntingly regal. Pack colours were subtly woven into silk sashes and embroidered suits.
Thai wasn't just a meeting; it was a battlefield of alliances, hushed negotiations, and matchmaking.
And after the death of the Southern Alpha, they decided to hold the summit/ball once every quarter rather than annually to foster closeness amongst the packs.
