#Chapter 29: Men Don’t Wear Makeup

Elara I had to turn away first, my shoulders shaking as I tried to hide my laughter. The image of the stern Alpha Alaric, with butterfly clips in his hair and streaks of sparkly makeup on his cheeks, was too much to handle. I pressed my hand against my mouth, stifling the giggles that were threatening to burst out of me. This was priceless, and the look on Grace’s face made it even better. She was stunned into silence, her face even redder than her son’s and her mouth hanging open, as if someone had just told her the moon was made of cheese. Zoe and Ella continued to grin, clearly pleased with their work. Alaric clearly wasn’t expecting us home so early. He jumped up, wiping at his face with the back of his hand as if to remove the makeup, but it just smeared across his face. “The girls,” he muttered, “they wanted to play Pretty Princesses and… they tricked me into it.” He tried to remove the butterfly clips, but the sparkles refused to come off as easil