Alaric pulled out his record tablet, already scrolling through options. "We have several other varieties available. Let me show you—oh, and there are the sunblooms Lady Ashenvale loved so much."
He smiled, clearly pleased with himself. "You mentioned once that you loved sunblooms for their brightness and loyalty, hoping Alpha Blackmoor would always be faithful to you. It's wonderful to see you two finally completing the mating bond."
He'd mixed them up. Mistaken Selene for the woman Fenris had actually claimed as Intended Mate all those years ago.
Selene's expression darkened, something cold and sharp flickering in her eyes. Her fingers dug into Fenris's arm.
Fenris's brow furrowed. "Enough," he cut in. "Replace all the red moonblossoms with golden ones. Redesign the entire ceremony ground according to her preferences."
Alaric blinked, looking out at the acres of blooms in full flower. "But Alpha, these are already—"
"Bring in the pack workers." Fenris didn't even glance at the flowers. "Tear it all out."
Lyra stood in the shade of a nearby tree, watching red petals drift through the air like scattered confetti.