Sienna’s POV
I’m staring at myself in the mirror, scrutinizing every fold of my dress against my body, careful to make sure that no one could notice any kind of bump.
My dress was another slim-fitting black silk one, and I was absolutely hyper focused on my stomach. What if I walked in and other women somehow knew?
I was already under a huge amount of examination. Not only had I been called out for not having my wolf — which thankfully hadn’t been questioned any further — I was now the face of the news, the wife —ex? — of the long lost Prince Alaric.
This level of attention was not what I’d imagined for myself. While I’d never imagined life in Nightwind to be perfectly peaceful, this one I was living now was otherworldly.
I shook off the plague of negative tho
