Veronica POV
Brax shifted beside her on the packhouse steps, rubbing at his shoulder with a scowl.
“I shouldn't have put her dress in with my tux,” he muttered, flicking at the specks of pink glitter clinging to the sharp lines of his charcoal suit.
Veronica stifled a laugh, her lips twitching. “Adds a bit of flair. You look like a very sparkly Alpha.”
Brax shot her a look. “You want to see sparkly, just wait until I carry you over the threshold tonight.”
She flushed, but before she could respond, the first of the guests began making their way up the path. Veronica pulled her coat tighter around her, as the guests approached, but Brax—being Brax, couldn’t help himself and whispered one last comment to throw her off.
“I can’t wait to see what you’re hiding underneath that coat,” the
