Alora POV
The dress Ivy gave me fits as if it were made for me, but it doesn't help me feel comfortable in it. I might as well be in my bra and panties because that is all it covers. Maybe if I had grown up in the Fae Realm, I would have been comfortable with this type of clothing, but I didn't, and I don't.
Ivy places my hair over my shoulder, smoothing it down. "You should hide this."
"Why would I hide a mark put there by my mate?" I scoff.
She presses her lips together in a thin line. "He is not your mate."
"He is," I defend myself.
"It has been centuries since a Fae was mated to a Lycan. It didn't end well."
"Are you speaking of Morgan?" I ask.
Ivy stiffens. "I shouldn't be talking to you about this. Let's get back to the party."
"Will my moth
