SLOANE
The dress fit me like it was made for my body.
I stood in front of the mirror for a long second, just breathing. The fabric hugged my waist and fell smooth over my hips. Deep green. Soft. Elegant. Not loud. Not trying too hard. It felt… grown. Womanly. Adrian’s guards had delivered it earlier with careful faces and polite nods, like they were handling something fragile. Or dangerous. Maybe both.
I brushed my fingers over the material again.
He picked this, I thought.
Or at least approved it.
That alone made my chest feel tight in a strange way.
I pulled my hair back, simple and clean, then reached for my jacket. Midnight had already passed. Christmas had officially arrived, and somehow, my life had landed in a place I never planned for. A pack house. An Alpha. A bond I could
