Photos from the event streamed in, showing various activities and smiling faces. Felicity featured prominently, her bright smile and effortless charm shining through. She fit in perfectly with the Alpha's circle, laughing and engaging with ease. One picture in particular made my breath catch: my mate carrying Felicity in his arms, lifting her off the ground like she was his Luna. She clung to his neck, her cheek resting against his chest. If she tilted her head just slightly, she could kiss his chin.
The group chat erupted with cheers and comments, tagging Dane and Felicity and calling them a “perfect match.” Flattery and eager compliments flowed in, each more effusive than the last, all seeking to ingratiate themselves with Dane.
Since I had been added to the group, I couldn’t ignore it. Maintaining a facade was essential, even if it meant participating in this farce. So, I typed two words, “Perfect match", my fingers trembling slightly as I hit send.