Aria’s shoulders shook.
I looked down at her.
She was giggling.
At me.
My mate was giggling at me in front of the entire pack, and because I was apparently doomed to love every humiliating thing she did, my chest cracked open with so much affection I almost smiled instead of apologizing to the man I had just threatened with my face.
“Sorry,” I muttered to the elder.
The old bastard’s mouth twitched.
“Understandable, Alpha.”
That made several wolves in the front rows cough. Including my parents and Caelin.
They were hiding laughter.
Badly.
I gave the elder a sheepish smile, which I was sure looked strange on my face because sheepish was not an expression my face had much practice with.
Aria squeezed my hand.
Through the bond, her voice brushed mine, soft and amused.
‘You almos
