Almara
After my impromptu nap, I was discharged from the hospital with strict instructions to drink plenty of water and get lots of rest. The first one was easy, the second one not so much.
Arthur had been on the phone making wedding plans. He’d delegated tasks to pretty much every single member of the pack. Everyone had a job to get done. I was almost afraid there wouldn’t be anything left for me to do.
I jumped as he slammed his phone down on the seat of the car. A muscle in his jaw ticked as he gritted his teeth. When he caught me looking at him, he gave me a small smile.
“Everything is okay. Don’t worry. But we do have to wait three months before we can have the wedding. Apparently being the alpha of the strongest pack doesn’t get me everything I want,” he said tartly, but I cou
