As he pulled Elora to the middle of the hall and used his power to force people away, he glanced back at the reactions of his other wives. Emma, Emily, and Astrid were all cheering for him and Elora with varying levels of enthusiasm, but Naeku was pouting a little.
The expression on her werepanther face was sometimes hard to read, but Erik had some experience already. She was expectedly jealous.
"Aw, look at the poor girl," Elora whispered mischievously as she fell into his arms. "Should you maybe take her first? Since it's her wedding?"
Her words were considerate, but Erik knew her better than that. He chuckled and shook his head. "Of course not. No matter what, the first wife always takes priority. It's something she'll have to get used to."
