Avery
“Speak up, Connor. We literally just finished the council meeting,” Aidan said, his voice edged with irritation. His eyes flickered between the gathered faces, a hard, expectant look shadowing his features. “Is there any reason you’re all came here? I guess it must be so important that you all couldn't even wait till the next meeting”
Connor stepped forward, fiddling with the hem of his tunic like he’d rather be anywhere else. “Yes, Alpha. Since it's now confirmed you already have a fated mate—” he glanced briefly at me, then back at Aidan, “—we were… uh… busy worrying about when you’ll be mating, marking, and, um, wedding her.”
“Exactly!” someone else chimed in, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet like he’d been waiting for the cue. “Connor said it all. The pack needs
