*Calvin*
“You look very handsome,” Molly says as I approach her.
“Thanks,” I grumble, tugging at my tie. “I hate it.”
She laughs. “I know, but you still look nice.”
“Is it alright that I didn’t wear a bow tie?” I ask, noting that both Seth and Peter are both wearing the horrid things.
She smiles at me. “Not at all. Come on,” she says, grabbing my arm instead of her mates and tugging me toward the front doors of the packhouse.
We walk behind the packhouse to where they’ve set up for the evening, and even I can admit that it looks quite nice. Still, I have no desire to be here.
Everyone pauses and bows as we walk in. No doubt they’re all wondering why the King isn’t escorting the Queen in, though Molly doesn’t seem to realize. Or maybe she doesn’t care.
Alpha Stanley and Lun
