She was everything he’d ever wanted, everything he’d ever dreamed of, and everything he’d told himself he didn’t deserve.
Lifting his glass to his lips, Lukas took a swallow of the liquid within—his glass by the way it burned down to his stomach—and watched the vision of loveliness on the other side of the crowded room.
Victoria, his mate and soon to be wife, stood talking to one Elder, her face pleasant and interested as the old werewolf waffled on about his grandkids. Lukas hid his smile behind his glass as the man reached into his inside pocket and pulled out his wallet.
Yes, there it was, the photos were coming out. Like many in the room, he’d suffered through the same conversation a few times, so he knew the routine.
But unlike a lot of the primped and preened trophy wives and ma
