The Beta's Blind Date
I clutch Reid’s tux jacket draped over my shoulders tighter around my body, and meander over to the dessert table to grab another cupcake.
The vanilla and sugary sweetness of the cupcakes, cake slices, and cream filled profiteroles waft towards me, blending with and enhancing Reid’s Christmasy scent surrounding me from his jacket. My wolf lifts her nose and purrs and I close my eyes and inhale, breathing in as much of him as possible.
“Where’s your beta?” Blake asks near my elbow.
“He had to go do something for Wesley at his and Haven’s new house before Wes whisks her away for the night,” I say, turning and smiling at her.