Amaris
Lowering my gaze, I nod my head, and with as much strength as I can muster, I say, "Alpha."
Zach chuckles and claps me on the back, "Relax, Amaris."
"Sorry," I mumble nervously, not knowing what the proper etiquette for this type of this is. "I don't—"
"Amaris," Their father says, his deep voice holding a gentleness that I wasn't expecting. "Please, have a seat. I won't bite—that's something I reserve for Rogues, duels, or my mate." He grins when his kids groan at his insinuation. "My son," he says, nodding his head towards Zach, "tells me that you're newly shifted and unaligned."
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