Theodore's POV
The podium felt like a prison as I stood before the assembled pack members at the Celestial Soirée. My pulse hammered against my throat, but not from nerves about public speaking. No, the source of my agitation sat directly in my line of sight, wearing that damned dress that made my blood run hot.
Seraphine looked absolutely stunning tonight. The fabric clung to curves that hadn't existed when I first retrieved her from the Storm Peak territory. Back then, she was supposed to be nothing more than a vessel for my heir. A simple transaction to secure the bloodline. I had specifically ordered her to avoid me, convinced I could maintain that cold distance forever.
How wrong I had been.