Dorothy's stomach flipped with nerves even as her heart warmed. "Meeting the Alpha's mate. No pressure."
-She'll love us,- Palette assured her. -We're delightful.-
"We're terrified."
-Those aren't mutually exclusive.-
Another message from Magnus: "She already suspects something. Caught me smiling at breakfast and nearly dropped her coffee. Said I looked 'different.' In a good way."
Dorothy typed back: "Different how?"
"Happy. Apparently, that's unusual enough to warrant investigation."
-He's happy because of us,- Palette preened.
"Don't let it go to your head."
-Too late.-
Dorothy shook her head, setting down her phone to focus on the portrait. She had hours of work ahead of her before dinner—hours to perfect the image of the wolf who'd captured her heart long before he ever look
