#Chapter 129 The Campaign Rally

Andrew’s mauve suit accented his form perfectly. Even from behind, he was a sight to behold. I had to keep my hormones in check, though. It wouldn’t do for me to climb all over the Alpha King like a horny teenager during one of his reelection campaign rallies. No matter how tempting that particular forbidden fruit was. I distracted myself by trying to follow his speech, but after listening to him practice it fifty times over dinner, it was hard to keep my attention on his words. “With the help of my amazing, beautiful girlfriend, I will bridge the gap between werewolves and humans,” he called out with a confidence that no other man could rightfully carry. “There will be a long road ahead of us, and there will be detractors—and, yes, even dangers. However, together, we will overcome every obstacle that they throw our way.” Applause rose, but Andrew lowered it with a motion of his hand. “If we make werewolf/human interactions a priority, our world will not become a utopia, but it w