Preppin'

Ah, the joys of wedded bliss – or not. While most newlyweds are off on some dreamy honeymoon, Killian and I are knee-deep in the thrilling world of responsibilities. The honeymoon is on hold, and instead, we're navigating the complex terrain of werewolf politics.

"Killian, sweetheart, where are you?" I called out, peering around the corner of the packhouse. The guy was becoming a master at the art of evasion.

He popped out from behind a pillar, looking like a deer caught in the headlights. "Oh, hey, Mellisa. Didn't see you there."

I raised an eyebrow. "Really? Because I've been following you for the past five minutes."

His gaze shifted uncomfortably. "Just busy, you know, alpha stuff."

"Right, right. Very important alpha business," I replied, my tone dripping with sarcasm.

Killian scratched the back of his head, a nervous tic that always surfaced when he was avoiding something. "Look, we've got a meeting with the neighboring pack, and I've got to go over some pack laws. It's a big dea