- Amelie-
Mason pecked my lips as a greeting, but he scrunched his nose.
“What is that smell?” He asked me, glaring specifically at a pocket in my backpack.
I should have known; Mason has powerful senses. Harper was already jumping up and down, eager to be picked and up into my arms. I moved, allowing him to open the pocket while Harper kissed my cheek and hugged my neck, wrapping his little legs around my waist.
"My little monkey!" I cooed Harper, who giggled as I spun with him in my arms.
Mason looked suspiciously at the paper, and his frown got deeper.
“I want to go to that party; it is tonight,” I explained.
My Alpha sniffed the envelope, still aggravated at someone who was not me.
“Amelie, who gave you this invitation?”
“Aaron Alt
