Chapter 819 The Goddess on the Red Carpet

    That evening, outside avish nightclub, nearly every high–ranking werewolf from packs across the bentire /bEastin Coast had gathered there.

    A red carpet stretched from the entrance all the way to the roadside, lined with reporters and waves of lower and nnd–ranking werewolves.

    Truman, the Alpha of the Grimmoon Pack, drawing every eye to him.

    Out of his car, his powerful Alpha presence instantly

    The reporters‘ shes went wild, firing off nonstop as they captured him from every angle.

    The host immediately bowed respectfully and spoke in an excited tone, “And here we see the Alpha of the Grimmoon Pack, Mr. White! In previous years, Mr. White has always attended alone–could tonight ibe /idifferent? Will we be in for a surprise?”

    Hearing this, a few socialites walking ahead slowed their steps on purpose, trying to time it so they could

    meet Truman.

    They were all guessing–he’d always shown up solo before, so this year probably wouldn’t be any different.

    They thought, if they could walk the rest of the carpet alongside Truman, maybe they could score a date, and if one of them could actually be his Luna, that would be the ultimate prize.

    But Truman didn’t do what they expected. Instead of hurrying to catch up with them, he buttoned thest button of his suit jacket and then turned back toward the car, making a gentlemanly gesture of invitation.

    The socialites all gasped in unison.

    Could it be? Was Truman actually bringing a date ithis/i..

    “No way! Maybe he’s just brought his mother for the asion!” someone quickly denied.

    But before the words could even settle, a slender, pale hand slowly emerged from the car.

    Her hand naturally fell into his palm, and with his gentle pull, its owner stepped out, one leg extending gracefully to touch the ground–long, powerful, and beautiful.

    With a figure that youthful and striking, there was no way she was Truman’s mother.

    e was

    The entire crowd held its breath. Finally, like a goddess descending, the stunning girl slowly emerged into view.

    She wore a strapless, shoulder–length gown, her thick blonde hair cascading naturally down, grazing the- bare skin of her shoulders. Just a slight turn of her gaze was enough to make people forget to breathe.

    Her face was almost unreal in its perfection–eyes like stars and oceans, lips shaped so exquisitely that every curve felt like a deliberate work of

    art.

    As she scanned the crowd, her eyes carried a calm and confident poise. Even though many had already recognized her as just an Omega, the powerful aura radiating from her felt innately Alpha–like someone born tomand admiration and respect.

    It gave people the sense that simply seeing her was a reminder of the beauty in this world—bthat /bbthere /bbwere /balways higher peaks, greater wonders beyond what they knew.

    Chapter 819 The Goddess on the Red Carpet

    And at the same time, it made them uneasy, as if they feared–if they never see this kind iof /ibeamy mean, how could they go on?

    In that moment, even the photographers forgot to snap their cameras. They just leaned out, staring at her without blinking.

    Hayley’s POV:

    I wasn’t used to this overwhelming attention–it was even a little suffocating.

    But beside me, Truman wore a proud, smug expression as he said, “I’m starting to regret inviting you as my date.”

    “Toote for that.” I yanked on his arm. “I’m already here, and you still have ito /ikeep your promise.”

    As