Amelia’s POV

The next morning, there was a knock on my door before I’d even finished brushing my hair.

“Come in,” I called.

Beta Lucas stepped inside, holding a sleek black box. “Alpha said to give you these. And to tell you to get ready—he’s taking you to the Pack dinner tonight.”

I opened the box and my mouth fell open. Nestled inside was the most expensive-looking pair of high heels I’d ever seen—shiny, elegant, and completely intimidating.

“They’re… beautiful,” ...