Gift-Wrapped My Mate for Her
"Let Lilith lead the first dance. Tonight's hers."
When gifts rolled out, Caden dropped a bomb—an entire rose garden.
Not just any patch of flowers. The biggest in Moonhowl Pack. The one that made the Fellhart name golden.
After that, everyone looked at Lilith like she wasn't some random she-wolf anymore. Caden didn't see her as just a guest—or even just a sister.
I didn't say a word. Just handed her the box.
"Happy birthday."
Inside was a thin, high-end bracelet I'd fought for at auction. Pricey, polished—nothing wild, but safe.