Chapter 75

This wasn’t Ella’s first time attending a pack banquet. But tonight, things were different—she walked in holding Oliver’s hand, with her head held high, soaking in the respectful glances from the werewolves all around. "They’ve finally stopped seeing me as Jackson’s sidekick," she thought to herself with a mix of pride and relief. "God, that feels amazing." Her chest swelled with a sense of freedom and dignity—this time, it was all her choice… and yeah, thanks to Oliver too. She could barely hide the giddy smile tugging at her lips. Ella noticed Oliver heading off to mingle with the other alphas. One of them, Martha from the White Moon Pack, gave her a nod. Ella returned it shyly with a small smile. “Alright,” she said, glancing around the room with purpose. “I’ll leave you to it. Go be busy.” “For me? You’re the best, sweetheart.” Oliver murmured as he leaned in and kissed her softly. Ella blushed instantly, gently nudging him away with a mix of embarrassment and happiness. “Hey, not