Christina's POV
I was just about to grab my mail when the door swung open, revealing Hudson standing there with a coffee tray and a paper bag, his tall frame filling the doorway.
I blinked, momentarily stunned. "Uh, morning."
The awkwardness in my voice was unavoidable. Last night, I'd somehow agreed to marry the man who happened to be the Alpha of the Sabreridge pack, and my brain was still struggling to process this reality.
"Morning." His voice was deep, confident. "I brought breakfast."
Of course he had. Always prepared, always one step ahead.
"Thanks. Come in. You look... nice."
Understatement of the damn century.
Hudson was wearing a three-piece charcoal grey suit that showcased his broad shoulders and powerful build. Not the stiff corporate type, but someth
