LOGAN’S POV
I stared in disgruntlement at the gleeful features etched on Sophia’s face. She’s been frequenting the pack house, and as much as we might want to downplay the reason, it was quite clear— the mating ritual was in three days.
And by all indications, mom and Dad were still stuck on making her our mate. I curled my hands tighter around the edge of the cutlery, till its metallic ends made an indent against my skin.
“Sophia, your dress for the mating ball would be due tomorrow,” Mother began. She was giddy about the whole thing.
On the hierarchy of things that made my mother happy, my brothers and I mating with Sophia had to be shoved somewhere between going on a shopping spree in Dubai, and spending time by the seaside with her fellow Lunas whilst they flaunt their designer
