Lena
"Lena dear, we have an event coming up. The Alpha King is having the yearly mating ball and all of the men, along with you and Gibson are going. I might have two other mated women attend with their mates. Here is the invitation," he shoves it in my hands. "I need you to decide everything everyone attending is wearing," Alpha tells me. Lena dear, what the heck? Why is he calling me dear? I could throw up. He stares at me like he is trying to solve a puzzle. "You can decide on the color of the clothes. I want everyone going to match. We need to show how united our pack is." he says. I turn so he doesn't see me, but I roll my eyes. He always wants to show people how united this pack is. As if everyone wearing the same color will make others think that. United my a$$. I grab a notebook.
