Liam pulls Aria into the side of his body, wrapping his arm around her waist. He has just introduced her and Bon to the pack, and although they seem to take the news of his mate being Isabella’s daughter pretty well, he knows she’ll be the hot topic in the pack tomorrow.
“You know we could’ve left out the part about Isabella being my mom,” Aria grumbles through their connection, though outwardly she’s still smiling at the pack as they all come up to greet her.
“Darlin’, you can’t deny someone when she’s your spitting image.”
“We could force her to have plastic surgery. Turn her into the pack’s version of Joan Rivers.”
“Too late for that, darlin’. The pack has already seen you, and they’ve known Isabella long enough to know what she looks like.”
“Dang, well, keep it in mind for later.
