TERESA'S P.O.V.
The morning after the proposal felt surreal, like I'd woken up in someone else's fairy tale. Except, of course, this fairy tale involved Lucian Blackwood—the infuriating, rich, sarcastic alpha who had somehow stolen my heart and was now sitting at the head of the long dining table with a smug grin plastered across his ridiculously handsome face.
I, on the other hand, was a mess. My cheeks were flaming, my palms were clammy, and I was entirely too aware of every single pair of eyes darting curiously toward us as we sat down for breakfast.
"You look like you're about to bolt," Lucian murmured, his voice low and teasing as he leaned toward me. His hand brushed mine under the table.
"Maybe I am," I hissed back, glaring at him. "You just said you're going to be making an announcement to the entire pack!"
