THE ALPHA’S FIRST FALL 2
"The airflow will keep my inner heat under control."
"No," Andrew cut in sharply, pointing a clawed finger at the high-collared, long-sleeved silk. "We take that one."
I blinked, looking between the three options. "That one has double the fabric, Andrew! It looks like armor!"
"It has full sleeves," Andrew stated, his dominant tone leaving zero room for debate. "Our mating ceremony takes place during the deep frost moon. You are carrying my heir, Lanka. I am not letting you stand before the ancestral stones half-naked so every low-born Alpha can stare at your skin."