“This is ridiculous,” Celeste hissed, ducking as a flurry of silk ribbons flew past her head. “I’m the Alpha. Why does this feel like a hostage negotiation with lace?”
Lisa, who was clutching a clipboard like it might bite her, didn’t bother hiding her smirk. “Because you tried to veto the doves, the ceremonial hymn, and the fire juggler in front of five elders. Honestly, I thought it was kind of sexy.”
Celeste glared at the nearest pile of white floral arrangements. “It’s a mating ceremony, not a moon goddess circus.”
“Could’ve fooled me,” muttered Logan, sidestepping a pack of teenage she-wolves auditioning for the role of flower thrower with aggressive enthusiasm. One launched a handful of petals so hard it hit a decorative arch and knocked it over.
A loud crash followed.
“THAT WAS
