"Not alcoholics," he says, with a frown, "just your run-of-the-mill magical lycanthropes who know how to party. Finish up everyone!" he calls, leading by example and draining his glass. "We're here!"

I can't help the little squeak of excitement that makes its way out of my mouth as I grab Daphne's hand and pass glasses back along the line to Jesse, who neatly stacks them on top of the bar. And then, one by one, we climb out of the limousine and onto the steps of the palace.

As soon as Rafe opens the door to the car, the shouts of the paparazzi start and lightbulbs begin to flash.

Rafe goes first, followed by Jackson, and I eagerly follow after him, stepping close to my mate's side and watching as his mouth slowly falls open while takes in the palace and all the people standing to our right, held off by red ropes, their cameras going mad. I glance once to the entrance and grin, a thrill of joy passing through me when I see my parents standing there, waiting to greet us. But I turn my eyes back to Jackson, wanting to make sure he's okay.

live here?" Jackson breathes, not even blinking as he takes

little and looking where he's looking.

his side just for a moment, even though I don't take his hand or wrap

laughing up into his face. "Obviously, it's a ridiculous house. But yes, we live here - and inside we actually just have a really small suite

the palace before us, apparently completely unaware of how damn sweet what he just said was. I beam at him, thrilled, before I feel my other mate come to

hands behind my back as I look up into his face, beaming at him in turn. "You ready to meet

and Daphne climb out of the car. "Your dad...does he know who I am to you?" "He's supposed to," I say, giving a little shrug. "Mom said she'd tell him, so that...well,

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