Chapter 11

• Amara and her cousin Asher stepped out of the sleek black car and approached the exclusive club. It was a place reserved for the elite of the werewolf community—Alphas, Betas, and other high-ranking officials. The grandeur of the club was unmistakable, from the gilded door handles to the soft hum of luxury vehicles lining the valet area. Amara felt a slight pang of nervousness but quickly brushed it aside. She was determined to hold her head high.
• As they entered, the eyes of everyone in the lobby turned toward them. Amara’s presence was like a spark in the room, drawing attention from both men and women alike. She wore a fitted midnight-blue dress that hugged her figure perfectly, her wavy brown hair cascading down her back. Her amber eyes glimmered in the dim light, and her confident stride was both graceful and commanding.
• The women in the club couldn’t hide their jealousy, their sharp glances betraying their envy. The men, on the other hand, were stunned into silence, their gazes lingering on her with a mixture of admiration and disbelief. She was breathtakingly beautiful, her aura magnetic.