“Do you still love Shannon?” the friend who first asked him about dumping me asked again. “Do you love, Morganne?”
But Beta Nathan only shook his head.
And I don’t know which question that shaking of his head refers to.
***
“Let’s go to Shannon’s welcome party, babe.”
His bizarre request woke me up as early as six in the morning the next day.
Before I could answer, he’s already dragging me to the car, telling me to just change in the backseat as we drove to the venue.
That’s how ecstatic he is about her return.
When we arrived at the party, it's like the Spring Moon Festival that our pack holds annually: flowers and bright colors were everywhere, and the delicious smell of food filled the air.
To be honest, it's like Shannon is more of the pack princess than me.
“I helped prepare for this welcome party, babe. You know how Shannon is very particular at parties and special occasions.”
My fiance is smiling all the time our eyes are roving in the magnificence of the venue and he's squeezing my hand tighter than usual.
A blonde woman in a red glittery dress, her long legs were emphasized with the great slit on the front, strutted towards us.