‘You get to go shopping for a new gown’—Jack’s casual cruelty masked as generosity. He knows the dress isn’t for the banquet; it’s for her surrender. The leather folder, the stained glass, the way Fiona’s nails grip the card like it’s a lifeline… Every detail screams Gothic negotiation. Her Three Alphas isn’t about werewolves—it’s about who gets to choose the costume. 👗🐺
Jack Miller’s ‘werewolf banquet’ invite isn’t just a plot device—it’s a psychological trap wrapped in velvet. Fiona’s hesitation, the stained-glass glow, the way he *leans* into her discomfort… This isn’t romance; it’s assimilation theater. Her ‘I’m not ready’ hits harder than any bite. Her Three Alphas starts with a card, but ends with a cage. 🌕✨