I was absolutely not prepared for four Alphas in my bedroom.
Correction: I was not prepared for four Alphas in my bedroom carrying a garment bag that looked like it belonged in a royal treasury vault, not in my overstuffed walk-in closet.
“Uh…” I blinked at them from the edge of my bed, hair still damp, socks mismatched, very much not Luna-coded. “Please tell me you didn’t just raid a bridal boutique.”
Seth grinned like sin with dimples, immediately face-planting onto my pillows like he’d bought them with his own card. “Better. We raided three.”
“Don’t listen to him,” Callum said, smooth as ever, laying the bag across my dresser with a reverence that made something pull tight under my ribs. “We chose this one for you.”
“For… me?” I tugged on the hem of my sweater, brain buffering. “Yo
