*Lena*
“Will you be my wife?” Xander asked, his fingertips running down the length of my spine.
His touch sent a ripple of gooseflesh over my skin and I shivered, giving him a gentle smile.
“Aren’t you supposed to get down on one knee?” I teased, and his dark eyes narrowed on mine, glimmering with mischief.
He let out a long sigh and slid from the edge of the bed to his knees. He held up the ring, cocking his eyebrows.
“Now ask me again–”
“Lena…” he growled, his cheeks coloring with what might have been a prickle of annoyance. Xander had been playing games with me since the day I met him. It was high time for a little payback.
“You’re not really selling it, Xander,” I quipped.
He exhaled through his nose, nostrils flaring. Clearing his throat, he blinked up at me, his face settling on a blank, void expression.
“Will you, Princess Selene Gray of Valoria, Daughter of Alpha King Rowan and Queen Hanna, granddaughter of Ethan Gray and White Queen Rosalie, Niece of–”