Queen Maravelle pressed her lips into a thin line, but said nothing.
The alphas and nobles exchanged shocked looks. They wondered who this girl was.
But the moment Lara put her hand in Thornak's, a strong spark flared between them. The room went totally quiet. No one could understand the powerful bond emanating between the two of them.
The king didn't have to say a word.
He had made his choice.
Lara's heart beat wildly in her chest. Hundreds of eyes stared at her, probably judging her and questioning why she was there. She felt like she didn't belong in this grand hall. She didn't belong in this dress. And she definitely didn't belong at the center of this important royal tradition.
But the moment she took Thornak's hand, a strange warmth spread through her body. She didn't know what it meant, but it was comforting, and it made her feel safe.
Holding her hand, Thornak led her to the center of the ballroom.
