Ivan
The room went quiet as we walked into the ballroom.
Everyone turned, not wanting to miss the entrance of Alpha Ivan Treyson and his mysterious secret family.
The only sound was the band that continued playing despite the tension, but somehow it only built it.
"Ready?" I whispered, keeping my left arm looped with Nefra's and the other hand gripping Penelope's carrier without breaking it.
"Mm-hmm," she's too nervous to answer, but keeps her head high with a smile that looks real, but isn't.
"Alpha Ivan and Luna Nefretiri of Sebryanyy Kinzhal from Colorado," the announcer declared, giving us a respectful bow as the doors closed behind us. "And their first-born pup, Helena Treyson."
That was the name that mattered most and had everyone murmuring as I led our group to the main table.
This wasn't a rumor anymore, and I wasn't faking a family for attention. Nefretiri was on my arm, and the carrier held a child everyone believed we'd named after my aunt.
