The Beta’s Unwilling Bride
“You’re welcome at our home anytime, Tessa.”
I wave as they leave, Lila turning back to grin at me. For the first time since I got here, I feel like I belong, just a little.
By afternoon, I’m back in the pack house, summoned to the great hall. Lady Elara, a council member, stands before me, her arms filled with gifts. A servant places a carved wooden box on the table, revealing silver jewelry, necklaces and bracelets etched with intricate wolf patterns and bolts of expensive dresses.