#Chapter 124: Ineligible

Ava I stepped into the ballroom, my heart pounding in my chest. The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfumes and the low thrum of music drifting in from the adjoining room. Everywhere I looked, beautiful women in extravagant dresses milled about with glasses of champagne in their hands, chatting and giggling amongst the other partygoers. The bachelorettes. “Goodness me,” Ophelia groaned into my ear as we waded through the throng of people. “I thought you said he had only chosen ten bachelorettes.” “He did.” I grimaced as I swept my gaze across the crowd. It seemed as though, despite only inviting ten bachelorettes to the ball, hundreds more from across the werewolf continent had arrived anyway. The invitation had been open, after all. Perhaps word had spread that Alpha Chris was looking for a new bride. Across the room, I could just barely make out Chris standing on a small raised platform. He was waiting for the official announcements to begin,