••• Arabella’s POV •••

The day of the trial arrived quickly.

I dressed elegantly; my form-fitting black dress perfectly accentuated my curves.

“Arra, are you ready?” Max appeared in the walk-in wardrobe, and a hint of surprise flickered in his gorgeous dark eyes as he took in my appearance.

“I’m ready,” I smiled at him and took his hand to leave our bedroom.

“Ari…” Max’s mother entered the pack’s main house just as we walked into the living room.

“Hi, Mom.” I let Max’s hand go to brush cheeks with her.

“You look beautiful, Ari.” She smiled and smoothed out my hair.

“Thank you,” I said with another smile.

“Here,...