Chapter 13 The Annual Meeting

• Aphrodite's Point of View
• My fingers nervously drummed over the red of the dress Alpha Zeus had chosen for me. Deep red was a horribly vivid contrast against my spiky cursed eyes, but it was elegant perhaps far too elegant for the likes of me. My stomach twisted as I couldn't help but stare at myself in the mirror. This wasn't just any other night. It was the annual gathering, where all the prominent Alphas and their respective packs would be present. And I, an outcast once cursed of the Dark Moon Pack, would now stand at Zeus's side.
• I pulled on the hem of the dress for the hundredth time in a futile attempt to calm the roiling anxiety churning in my chest.