Zaid
Walking towards the ballroom with Ember on my arm is a surreal experience I never thought I’d have. She’d done a wonderful job picking out her attire, including a choker to hide the partial mate mark, and I couldn’t help but glance at her every so often. The gown hugs her small frame in all the right ways, revealing a figure that has grown curvier with all the meals Sadie has prepared for her.
“Tonight will be busy, so please stick by me, Amos, Marv, or any of our friends,” I whisper to her as we finish descending the stairs, the ballroom now just a few feet from us.
“I know, Zaid,” Ember agrees, her voice a whisper as she takes a deep breath. I can feel through the bond that she’s nervous, and I don’t blame her. Just under a month ago, Ember was an omega being beaten for the sligh
