Cecilia
"I'm going to get some drinks," Harper announced, clearly frustrated with my stubborn attitude. She headed for the kitchen.
As I moved toward the couch, I thought I heard footsteps outside the apartment.
I paused, listening intently. Nothing.
Just my imagination. The night had been stressful enough to cause auditory hallucinations.
Harper returned with two ice-cold beers. "Let Alpha Sebastian go to his arranged mating meetings if that's what he wants. Our Cecilia is perfectly fine on her own."
I accepted the beer, popping it open and taking a long swig.
My fingers traced the condensation on the bottle. "Being honest, he's... he's a good man. Exceptional in every way, actually. But someone with his status and responsibilities—his mating choice isn't entirely h
