Chapter 81

“You’re not enjoying yourself,” Layla said.

Lilly smiled at her friend. “It’s kind of hard to enjoy yourself when half the pack is glaring at you.”

She’d noticed the way the men were assessing her, and the women were sneering at her. Their gazes let her know they didn’t approve of her as his choice of mate.

Why me? Why did he have to pick me?

“It doesn’t matter what they think or feel. You’re his mate. Nothing anyone does is going to change that.”

Layla kept her arms around Lilly.

Holding onto her hands, she moved them away from her. “I’m not ready for this. I’m going to help pack away the tables.”

“You shouldn’t leave the floor. Scott told you not to.”

“Dancing is not helping my situation.” She gave Layla a quick hug before heading toward the last couple of tables.

Ignoring the stares, she grabbed the pots and took them through to the appropriate houses. She smiled at the families as she handed them their pots back.

On her third trip back to the table she was stopped by a thin woman