Mara stood outside the Bloodmoon Pack house, holding a dress in her hands, nerves buzzing through her. She looked at the quiet Alpha residence in front of her, took out her phone, and called Richard.
"Richard, I'm right outside your place. Can I come in and see you?"
Richard, hands in his pockets, stood by the window. He frowned as he looked down at the petite figure below—Mara.
She didn't see him up there, so he turned around with a sigh. "What is it this time?"
"I bought a new dress," Mara said sweetly, trying to sound confident. "It's for the party this weekend. I just wanted you to see it... maybe you'll have some better suggestions? Can I come in?"
Richard didn't say anything right away. Her persistence rubbed him the wrong way. After a pause, he replied flatly, "Fine
