The Wedding Day
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I was standing at the altar—if that's what you could call a marble monstrosity drenched in white roses and drenched even more in pretense. The scent of power and perfume in the air was nauseating, woven in with wolf musk, anxiety, and freshly waxed floors. Everything glistened, like the gods themselves had RSVP'd.
Across from me stood Rosa.
In a white lace wedding dress that did everything it could to scream purity and innocence while failing to mute the rot underneath. She wore a veil… because, of course, she did, and a devilish smile that curled like a snake around her lips.
I could almost hear her internal monologue: Finally, I won. He's mine. Axel, the heir, the Alpha-to-be, bound to me for life. I can finally use him to get everything I want.
Her manicured fingers curled possessively around the bouquet, and I wondered if she'd practiced her smile in the mirror.
