Chapter 18. Filippa's Nobleness

King James, the Alpha of the Mystery Pack, to whom Alpha Henry planned to marry me off before changing his mind: what was he doing here? Did the pack invite other pack Alphas to the celebration?

My hand flew to my face to cover it while I hoped he didn't recognize me or else my identity would be revealed, but upon remembering that my picture was never taken, I sighed in relief.

I let out a gasp upon remembering something: “Uhm. Beta… I mean, Wyatt, were the Red Flame Pack also invited?” I inquired, my heart skipping a beat.

“Yes.”

“Are they here?” I clenched my fist hard, my breathing coming out in a rush.

“No. They're grieving the late Filippa's death and won't be attending any celebration in the meantime.” Beta Wyatt explained, which sent fury through me.

Those criminals will definitely be celebrating my death instead of grieving. I bet they're holding a feast in celebration. “Bullshit. As if they…” I paused, and my hand