Demetrius tightened his hold on me, his fingers tracing slow, thoughtful patterns against my skin as the adrenaline of our earlier intensity began to settle into a warm, heavy contentment.
"Now that your wolf is fully awake and the court knows we are mated," he began, his voice dropping into a more serious, though still tender, tone, "we need to talk about a wedding date."
I felt a slight flicker of tension in my chest. Demetrius noticed immediately, his eyes searching mine.
"We’ll have to invite the council," he continued, "and at least the Alphas from the other packs. It’s a matter of tradition and showing the strength of our union."
"I don't know of any dates," I murmured, shifting slightly. The idea of the council was one thing, but the scale of a royal wedding—the sheer number of
