I was scared. Honestly scared.
The other packs I'd welcomed today were already on our side, already invested in the summit. Their presence was polite formality—handshakes, small talk, the diplomatic equivalent of checking a box. But the Arabian consort was different. This was their first visit. Their first impression of Novaterra would partly be shaped by me—an omega who'd only been officially dating the alpha king for a handful of weeks, who still felt like an impostor.
