Fated to My Alpha Boss
But we’d gone through the tunnels without getting my court clothes dirty.
“If they broadcast anything from the courthouse this morning, you're in the same outfit.”
Theo pulled off his sweater and handed it to me, leaving him in an emerald-green T-shirt that pulled tight around his muscles. He was going to make some lucky werewolf lady a very tasty husband.
“Put this on,” he said.
I took a snuff of his sweater. It smelled like him, like caramel. “This will even help disguise my scent for anybody who knows me,” I said.