This Will Only Take A Minute

When Marissa scurried away after Esme gently asked for a moment alone, Esme's gaze lingered on the girl as she darted past Donovan. He was approaching with his unwavering attention fixed solely on her, his presence commanding yet softened by the faintest, affectionate smile tugging at his lips.

He stopped at the dais, amusement glimmering in his eyes as he attempted to mimic her earlier demeanor.

"I am Esmeray Montague," he began, his deep voice deliberately laced with mock seriousness as he faced the imaginative crowd. "Daughter of Alpha Damon Montague, and I am your Luna. You will treat me as such—"

"Please, don't tell me you saw all that," Esme groaned, burying her face in her hands, whilst her cheeks were aflame with embarrassment. Donovan's warm chuckle reached her ears, a sound that sent her heart into a flurry of unsteady beats.