My stomach twisted into knots as Lucas’s sleek black SUV pulled up to the curb outside Sophia’s house. I’d never been to a real party before—not as a guest, anyway. Usually, I was the one cleaning up after the Sullivans’ lavish gatherings.
“You look beautiful,” Lucas said from the driver’s seat, his green eyes meeting mine in the rearview mirror.
I smoothed down the front of my new emerald dress—one of many outfits from our shopping spree. “I’m not sure I belong here.”
Liam squeezed my hand. “Of course you do. You’re our mate.”
“That’s exactly what makes me nervous,” I admitted. “Everyone will be watching me.”
Levi leaned forward from the backseat. “Let them watch. They’ll just be jealous that we got the prettiest girl in the pack.”
