Elaria’s POV
The scent of citrus polish and pine disinfectant filled the air as I darted down the hallway barefoot, holding a folded cloth in one hand and a to-do list in the other.
The Lycan King is going to be in our home.
I had barely been married to Alaric for a month and already I was about to host the most intimidating member of his bloodline, the man whose name was spoken in hushed wonder and occasional fear. And if that wasn’t enough to twist my stomach into knots, his cousin, Rickard was coming here with him. Two family members at once.
This wasn’t just any visit, this was more than a visit, there is going to subtle observation from the man, I know. He is going to check if I was good enough for his exile’s grandson.
And I couldn’t fail. I mean, He is like a mother and fathe
