Page 2 of The Lycan King's Secret Child

Daniel: "If I were him, I'd be on the balcony. Quieter there."

Amelia: "Thanks for the tip."

Daniel: "Anytime. Enjoy your evening, Amelia."

He gave a slight bow before merging back into the crowd. Amelia made her way toward the balcony, weaving through guests engaged in lively conversations.

Stepping outside, she was greeted by the cool night air and the sight of the full moon hanging low over the horizon. A solitary figure stood at the railing, his back to her.

Amelia: "Mind if I join you?"

The man turned slowly. Alexander "Xander" Drakov's piercing blue eyes met hers, a hint of surprise flickering across his composed demeanor.

Xander: "Not at all."

She moved to stand beside him, the city lights stretching out before them.

Amelia: "It's beautiful tonight."

Xander: "Indeed it is."

They stood in comfortable silence for a moment.

Amelia: "You throw an impressive gala, Mr. Drakov."

He glanced at her, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Xander: "You have me at a disadvantage."

Amelia: "Amelia Hart. I'm with the Silvercrest Times."

She extended her hand. He took it gently, his touch cool and firm.

Xander: "A pleasure, Miss Hart."

Amelia: "The pleasure is mine. I've heard a lot about you."

Xander: "All good things, I hope."

Amelia: "Mostly. Though you are quite the enigma."

Xander: "I value my privacy."

Amelia: "A rare trait these days."

He looked back out over the city.

Xander: "What brings a journalist to my event? Looking for a story?"

Amelia: "Isn't everyone?"

He chuckled softly.

Xander: "Fair enough. And what story do you hope to find here?"

Amelia: "Perhaps one about a generous philanthropist opening his doors to the community."

Xander: "That sounds rather dull."

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