Dressed for Destiny

Kastor

When I arrived at Alpha Alaric’s pack, I stood in stunned silence as Maeve walked down the stairs of the packhouse to meet me.

“Why are you staring at me?” she frowns.

“Every time I think you couldn't be more gorgeous, you prove me wrong,” I tell her.

The dress she’s wearing is casually elegant, with thin straps for sleeves. But it’s her long brown hair that falls in soft curls nearly to he