**Kaelen's POV**
I adjusted my mask, a sleek black creation that covered the upper half of my face, accented with subtle silver detailing that matched my tailored suit. The Thorne family emblem—a snarling wolf surrounded by thorny vines—was subtly worked into the design at the temples. The mask was both a nod to tradition and a symbol of power, fitting for the Alpha King I intended to become.
But tonight, all my thoughts were consumed by the woman at my side.
Seraphina was breathtaking. Her rose-gold hair had been styled in an intricate updo, with a few artful tendrils framing her face. Her gown—a shimmering silver creation that caught the light with every movement—hugged her curves before flaring out at her knees. The slight swell of her pregnancy was visible only to those who knew to look for it, accentuating rather than diminishing her beauty.
