KARLA'S POV
One night, Ace randomly suggested that we have dinner. I was rubbing lotion on my skin, and he was running a brush through his hair when he said that.
"We have dinner every night. What are you talking about?"
"No, like a proper dinner to introduce you to the key members of the pack."
"I thought I met every one of them."
"That's very informal."
"What exactly are you driving at? It sounds to me like you just want an excuse to dress up." I teased, and he scowled.
"I'm serious. I want my men to properly meet you."
"Are you sure there's no other motive behind this dinner party?"
"You are right." He said solemnly. "There is a motivation behind it."
"Will you tell me what it is?"
"To show off my beautiful mate, of course."
It was a cliché, but it still made my heart speed
