Rhiannon’s POV

Dinnertime has come as the night finally awakened. I still can’t shake the feeling of what Alpha Azriel and I shared and conversed.

“Behave yourself, daughter,” Alpha Dorian nudged me by the elbow. “Smile.”

“I am—I’m smiling,” I almost said in a growl, my shoulders straight as my back.

As we march down the entrance door, the grand dining hall of the Moonborn Pack buzzed with lively conversation as my pack, the Moonbeam Pack, found our seats on the table with Alpha Azriel’s Warriors and pack officials and the Alpha himself.

I, obviously, sat beside my fiancé. It was awkward, to be honest. I subtly roam my eyes...