Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 387

Chapter 387: At The Event

We left for the event in a line of sleek vehicles. Along the way, I noticed other cars heading in the same direction, each carrying guests dressed in elegance and power. The closer we came to the venue, the more I felt the weight of where I truly was.

When our vehicle stopped, Kael stepped out first and offered me his hand. Roman helped Raven out of the other side, while the rest joined us shortly after.

And this even was going to be full of the most powerful people in the werewolf world.

"Relax," he murmured, turning slightly to look at me. "You’ll be fine."

"All you need to remember," Lucian said quietly from my side, "is that you are our mate, and no one will dare mess with you. If anything goes wrong, we can handle it."

I glanced at him.

"We are not here to kill anyone," I replied, though I could not deny the spark of thrill his words ignited.

"You never know," he said. "The bitches are everywhere. That shitty smell happens to be everywhere."

I looked at Kael again, silently asking what he expected of me tonight.

Was that permission to do anything? Or trust?

Royal guards lined the entrance, bowing respectfully as we passed.

The room was vast, glittering with chandeliers and polished marble. Dozens upon dozens of guests stood in elegant clusters, dressed in lavish attire, glasses in hand as they conversed with calculated smiles.

I suddenly felt like an outsider standing among royalty.

Kael walked on my right, Roman on my left with Raven in his arms, while Lucian, Jason, and Rafe followed just behind us. We moved as one unit.

Every head in the hall turned towards us.

I felt a little wary, but felt my small figure seemed to be well protected by my tall and powerful mates. No one would dare harm me if there’s any chance that enemies could be anywhere.

It was noticeably separated from the rest of the guests. Isolated. Elevated. Significant.

I only hoped he was not planning to announce the truth about me right away. The current attention I was getting was already overwhelming.

Kael guided me to a beautifully cushioned couch, helping me settle comfortably. He took the seat beside me, his posture straight, composed, radiating authority as though the place belonged to him. Even though he was not of the royal bloodline here, there was no denying the regal aura he carried effortlessly.

The Fuck! That’s my mate, bitches.

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