Evelyn
“It won’t be enough,” I say over dinner in the parlor. It’s the first time we’ve eaten clothed in a while.
Part of me is sad that our fun times seem to have ended. On the other hand, it means everything that Alexander has included me in the daily minutiae of ruling our kingdom, that he listened to my suggestion during the meeting with the ministers.
That he even considered what I said about lycans hunting werewolves in the first place, just like Mom said he did.
Besides, I’m sure that me and my mate will have more naked meals in the future. Right now though, there’s work to do, and we need to be prepared should Marcel or someone else come knocking on the door.
“What won’t be enough?” Alexander asks into a sip of wine.
“Our Luna ceremony,” I answer. “I appreciate that you were
