Knox's POV
I watched Aubrey's face as she took in the transformed penthouse, satisfaction warming my chest at her obvious wonder. Hours of preparation had gone into this moment—the countless tiny lights strung across the ceiling, the rose petals scattered across the floor, the elegant table setting that mimicked the one from Beauty and the Beast, complete with golden candelabras and deep red roses in crystal vases.
*She deserves perfect,* my wolf agreed, unusually gentle in its assessment. *Our mate deserves magic.*
The ring box felt heavy in my pocket, though the ring itself was delicate—a piece I'd spent weeks designing. It was not like the traditional engagement ring that had been passed down through generations of Bloodhound pack Alphas. This one was uniquely Aubrey—a rose gold band
