(Sienna POV)
With as often as I wear heels you'd think they wouldn't make my feet ache anymore. I almost moan as I take them off, enjoying the feeling of the cool floor on my soles. Weddings are exhausting as is, add in everything to do with Charlotte? I'm sleeping for a week. Good thing the contract dictates that we don't have to consummate.
"But he's our mate, he should take us, we should please him," my wolf insists.
"It's just a contract," I tell her.
Arthur walks further into the room which I notice to my surprise is decorated. Rose petals are sprinkled across the room, leading to a heart shape on the bed. Vases of flowers of all kinds on every table, still glistening with dew. Red ribbons hanging from the ceiling. The lights are dimmed, the room instead lit by candles.
