I am wearing a royal blue dress—the color of my Alpha’s eyes. At least that’s what I thought now that I’m slightly drunk and dizzy.

“Are you sure the butter beer won’t affect the twins?” my mate asked.

I chuckled. I’m definitely already tipsy. “Of course not, the Healer told me. It’s name is butter beer and it’s definitely just a cold caramel drink served in an ale glass.”

He kissed me once. The picnic blanket became like our bed.

This is more conservative. Since I’m married now, I only want Alpha Azriel to be the one to see my asset beneath this layer of clothing.

Everything is now over:...