Emma stood by the window on Tuesday moonrise, adjusting the soft folds of her gown as she prepared to meet Luna Theresa. A small smile curved her lips when she spotted her mate through the mirror behind her. Brandon looked breathtaking in his fitted gray suit, the fabric hugging his broad frame perfectly, carrying the quiet authority and presence of the future Alpha King he was destined to become.
For a moment, Emma wished she had nowhere else to be. She would have loved to stay by his side and fly with him to the skyport to welcome the team of researchers arriving from Milan.
Her heart was still warm from the last moonfall. She had sat quietly beside him, not saying much, just watching with quiet pride as he submitted a provisional patent application online. If it was approved, the "patent pending" would turn into the fourteenth patent his company had earned since it was founded.
