Daphne
“Do we really have to do this?” Nash grumbled as he buttoned the crisp white shirt.
“We’ve been over this already,” I said patiently, picking up the bow tie and wrapping it around his neck, under his collar. “The Mating Ceremony helps the pack know and accept you as a leader. It also presents our strong and united front to the surrounding packs. Many Alphas will be present to witness the ceremony.”
“No, I got that part. But I’m wondering why I have to wear this monkey suit?” He tugged impatiently at the bowtie.
“Oh stop,” I swatted his shoulder, “You look amazing.”
Louis came into the room with Dakota propped against his shoulder over a spit-up cloth. She had her little fist next to her mouth and was gnawing on her knuckles. He was already dressed in his black tuxedo,
