SHADOWCLAW — ALPHA QUARTERS
The door closed. Serena opened her mouth, fully locked and loaded with the argument she had been polishing since the moment she realized the scale of the 'small celebration.' Key phrases included 'four hundred wolves,' 'casual my ass,' and 'premeditated.'
Fin's mouth found hers before the first word made it out.
The kiss was immediate and hungry, carrying every ounce of pent-up energy from three hours of watching his mate charm his kingdom in his colors. His patience had been rationed across four hundred handshakes, elder conversations, and a speech that made his chest ache with pride. The rationing was over. The patience was spent.
She tried to stay mad. The mad was justified. Exhibit A: the "casual" sapphire gown. Exhibit B: the surprise crowning announcement. Exhibit C: the speech she had been given enough time to blink twice before delivering. Exhibit D: the grin that said he would do it all over again in a heartbeat.
