The Alpha King’s bride
I felt it in my bones, she didn’t like me, not even a little.
Arnold caught it too, I saw the way his jaw tensed, but he didn’t speak on it. He just squeezed my hand under the table, grounding me.
We sat down in the sitting room, fire crackling, walls lined with books. His father poured himself a drink, then leaned forward. “Where are you from, Alora?”
I hesitated but then said quietly, “I come from River dale pack.”
His mother’s brow lifted. “Riverdale,” she repeated, looking between us, “that’s… unexpected. And how did you two meet?”