He laughed, pulling me closer. "I could be the bad guy," he continued, and I could hear the smile in his voice. "And you could be the angel. That's okay. Because this pack needs someone like you. You're kind, and I think that's perfect. People love you for it. And I love you for it too."
"I know—"
"Holland." He cut me off, his voice serious now. "You're marrying me. Being my consort is a bonus. You're not marrying the pack. Their opinions don't count. You keep being you. Keep being kind. And when it's time for things to get ugly, you go to the back, take a back seat, relax. And then I step in and deal with it."
I stared at him. "That's ridiculous."
"I'm being serious." His face was perfectly straight, but his eyes were bright. "And by the way, there's a process to this. I don't just make you consort all of a sudden. I have to introduce you first."
I blinked. "Introduce you?"
