Chapter Ninety-One

THEO POV

My skin itches around the bandage covering Andrew’s mark. Following some of Silver Run’s ceremony traditions, we won’t reveal them until our ceremony. Which needs to happen sooner rather than later. Cerberus has become quite the nag about seeing it, even though we all know what it’ll be.

Our pack crests staggered, and intertwined with ivy. Only Alpha’s get something unique to them, so I don’t know why we need all the secrecy, but it’s important to my mate, so I’ll deal with the itch.

“Stop messing with it, Pickle,” Andrew scolds, walking in from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. “We also don’t have the time to do whatever you’re thinking about.”

“Shame,” I pout, but continue getting dressed. “You look good like that.”

“I look good always,” he smirks, winking at me and I can feel my cheek heat with his flirtations.

“What did Elle say we were meeting about, anyway?” I ask, needing to change the subject or I’ll have him bent over the bed, face shoved into the mattr