Maeve
The Alpha of Greenbriar was not what I was expecting.
I was standing on the platform at the train station, a red cotton frock with puffy shoulder straps draped over my figure and my hair loose and tumbling down my back. It was the only thing I could find in my closet that would be appropriate for the occasion and not shrivel in the intense, muggy heat.
But the Alpha of Greenbriar and his sister stepped off the train in incredibly formal attire, the man himself dressed in a jet-black evening suit with emerald green embroidery along the stitching of his jacket, and his sister wore a matching black dress with heels that made her nearly as tall as myself. I swallowed, feeling suddenly naked in my simple dress. My only solace was the fact that they were both sweating and were visibly u
