I call the finest boutique in Crescent City, not the one that we usually use for our Rental Lunas, but the one that even high-ranking alphas go to occasionally, and make an appointment. She must look and feel splendid for tonight.
Then it will be dinner, dancing, everything. I want to woo her, to make sure she feels cherished.
I will present her to everyone as my Luna. Not just the pack, but the world. Once our pictures are on the cover of every magazine and newspaper, the Board will have no choice. They'll have to accept her or look foolish, especially with the Alpha convention next week.
That is, if she accepts me.
"She will," Rufus insists. "She wants us just as much as we want her. I know it. She feels the mate pull as strongly as any she-wolf would."
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