#Chapter 70: Panther’s Eyes

Darren I swirled the amber liquid in my glass, watching as the dim lights of the ballroom reflected off its surface. The masquerade was in full swing—lavish costumes, ornate masks, and the hum of meaningless chatter filled the air. These events were never my scene, but as the CEO of Lunar Labs, I was expected to make a donation. And I had to actually attend the party if I wanted to donate. Liam leaned against the bar beside me, adjusting his tie with a sidelong glance. “You look utterly thrilled to be here,” he remarked. I shot him a glare from behind my mask. “Can’t you tell? I’m the life of the party.” My Beta rolled his eyes. “Hey, at least there’s an open bar.” I grunted in agreement, my eyes drifting over the sea of masked faces one last time. Suddenly, a tantalizing scent hit me—a familiar aroma that made my heart skip a beat. I knew that scent all too well. Aria. With my nostrils flaring slightly, I turned toward the source of the scent.