A NERD FOR THE HOCKEY ALPHA
The air smells like roasted meat and pine, smoke curling into the chill.
Blaire practically drags me through the crowd. “Smile, Cal. People are staring.”
“Because I look like I might faint,” I mutter, clutching the edge of my cloak. She picked the dress—deep forest green, fitted at the waist, soft fabric that brushes my legs when I walk. It’s more elegant than I’ve ever worn, which is saying something.
At the front, the platform’s been lined with candles and banners bearing the Blackpine symbol. Ronan stands there already, tall and calm in a dark coat, talking quietly with the elders. His hair’s tied back, his posture straight. He looks… like the Alpha he is.
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