Pack Elders

DINNER WITH THE PACK'S ELDERS.

My mate and I locked ourselves in our room. Every day, we continue to mate.

Our food is normally delivered to our door by the servant. Today is the day I'll have breakfast with the pack's higher-ups. I'm taking a bath. I dried my skin and dressed in a stunning, long, sophisticated gown with a diamond design. My personal servant has carefully designed my hair, and I put on diamond earrings to match my dress with a little make-up before coming downstairs with my already dressed-up, companion. We walk out together, delighted and full of smiles.

In his robe, he looks good. We arrived at the table with all of the elders, his beta, and his third in command, Chris. They've all taken their seats.

When they realize our presence, they instantly stand up and bow their heads to show their respect.

We took our seats, and Miller asked them to do the same. The servant prepares a variety of delectable foods. We eat our meals quietly. My mate's brave hand prowls my body