Elara
The moment Alaric dropped the news about the Donovan luncheon, I knew I was in for a long day. Grace gave me a triumphant smirk before she turned and strode off, leaving us standing in the hallway.
I sighed heavily and pulled the robe tighter around me as I turned back toward Alaric. “A luncheon, really? Today?” I whispered.
He gave a half-shrug. “She didn’t exactly consult me before inviting the entire family,” he said, giving his mother’s fading form a pointed glare. “But it seems we don’t have much of a choice now.”
“You’re the Alpha of the Donovan family,” I retorted. “You can cancel if you want.”
Alaric sighed. “It’s not that simple.”
“Fine,” I muttered, turning away. “But I’m dressing myself this time.”
Back in the bedroom, Annie helped me pick out a
