Alpha's Surrogate Wife
We exchanged our vows earlier today, in what Ansel crankily describes in the days leading up, as a bloated, televised nightmare.
He’s spent the year in constant meetings, interviews, and briefings - working to build a new kind of Werewolf society. Despite that, the Weres aren’t quite ready to let go of the old royal glamor. The wedding becomes a lavish, romantic, public celebration.
“I knew it would probably turn into a state dinner of sorts,” Ansel says, “But I didn’t know there’d be popstars and fireworks.” He’s laying in bed next to me, staring up at the ceiling, with an expression on his face I can only describe as “brooding.”