Alexa
“Tomorrow?” My forehead furrowed.
“Yes, tomorrow. Is there a problem?” he asked with a low growl.
I considered the things that could happen by tomorrow. Even though Mythril seemed quite enthusiastic about the idea.
“Aren’t you rushing things? I haven’t even had the chance to sleep in this room again,” I said as my hand opened the three-door white wardrobe.
The wardrobe was now filled with clothes I had never seen or worn before. They were smaller than my size, so I assumed they all actually belonged to Lorraine. Expensive dresses, thick warm sweaters, and bags in various colors seemed like props meant only to please the Alpha. There was nothing I could wear.
“For what? Besides, if we get married, you won’t be staying here anymore,” Gabriel shrugged.
“What about Harlow? A
