*Rhys*
“Show some backbone,” I say, reaching out and giving him a poke. “You have seen a beautiful she-wolf before, haven’t you?”
“Very pleased to meet you,” Kibbles replies, sweeping into a bow so low that he almost loses his balance.
The door opens once again, and Trulliad announces, “The Alpha of Silverhowl and Alpha LaTour de l’Affitte.”
I lean back against the sideboard and wait to see how my ostensible fiancée handles being the only she-wolf in the room. With one glance, I warn my father to keep his distance, and he does, wandering over to glance through the windows overlooking the sea.
That leaves four men to drool over Mirabelle. Even Lùmien, whom I had judged to have more brains than he is exhibiting at the moment.
Mirabelle gives that throaty little laugh she has, and Lùmie
