Mag-log inIvonne's povI was still standing in the dressing room doorway, staring after Justin, when Elara suddenly clapped her hands loudly in front of my face.“Hey! Bride!” she said, grinning. “Earth to Ivonne.”I blinked and looked at her.My mind was still spinning from what Justin had just said. The way he had asked about Ivanna so casually, as if he already knew that I had seen her, made absolutely no sense. I had never told anyone about that vision yet, not even Hector. So how in the world did Justin know about Ivanna?And more importantly, why had he asked if Ivanna told me anything?I opened my mouth to say something, but Elara grabbed my shoulders and turned me toward the center of the room.“No thinking right now,” she said firmly. “We have a wedding to prepare.”I barely had time to react before the dressing room door burst open.Luna Kayla walked in first, smiling brightly, followed by what looked like an entire army of stylists, makeup artists, and attendants carrying boxes, brus
Ivonne's POV “No!”Lincoln’s voice rang across the hall again, louder this time, sharp enough to slice straight through the celebration that had just erupted.The cheering crowd immediately went silent.I felt my heart drop as Lincoln stormed up the steps of the stage, his long strides filled with fury and urgency. His eyes were locked on me like he had already decided that nothing—not the crowd, not the cameras, not even Hector—was going to stop him from reaching me.But Hector stepped forward before Lincoln could get close.Hector moved and block Lincoln’s path. He stood firmly between us, shoulders squared, his expression calm but he was clearly ready to throw hands if Lincoln made the wrong move.Lincoln stopped abruptly a few feet away.For a moment the two men simply stared at each other.The tension between them was so thick it felt like the air itself had turned heavy.Then Lincoln’s gaze shifted past Hector and landed on me.“Ivonne,” he said sharply. “What the hell are you
Ivonne's POV I remembered that night vividly. The moment when something strange had taken over me after I stopped the punishment that should have killed him. “I think… I was in a trance,” I said slowly. “Just like that time when I saw my look alike.” Hector didn’t look alarmed. If anything, he looked thoughtful. I hesitated. There was something I hadn’t told him. In the vision… it hadn’t been Kael who met the great beast. It had been Ivanna. Kael’s wife. That made absolutely no sense. According to every legend we knew, Kael had merged with Ulfris. But in the vision… Ivanna had been the one who accepted the power. The thought unsettled me, but I decided not to say anything yet. I didn’t even know if what I saw was real or just some strange illusion created by the spirits. Suddenly the crowd near the stage began pressing closer, excited reporters and spectators surrounding the elders. The elders clearly hadn’t expected that reaction. After a few seconds, they exchanged fr
Ivonne's POV For a few seconds after the applause died down, I just stood there on the stage like a statue. My heart was still racing from the performance, but now a completely different kind of dread was crawling up my spine. The cheers from the crowd sounded distant, almost muffled, as if my mind hadn’t fully caught up with reality yet. Then I saw them. The Lycan elders were already storming over to the stage where I stood Elder Marcellus was in the lead of course, his expression twisted with fury as he stormed toward the stage with the other elders right behind him. Their robes swayed sharply with every step, their eyes locked on me like predators that had finally cornered their prey. I didn’t need anyone to explain what was about to happen. They were going to destroy this moment. Humiliate me. Undo everything I had just accomplished. And the worst part was that I was still too stunned to even move. Before I could react, someone suddenly grabbed my arm. “Ivonne!” Ju
Authors note: Hiii, this is just to check in with my readers. How are things going? Are you enjoying the story? And can you guess what will happen next?Ivonne's POV The moment we entered the dressing room, the crew immediately sprang into action.“Get the armor!”“Bring the cloak!”“Someone fix the wig!”Within seconds, I was surrounded by people adjusting clothes, tightening belts, and shoving costume pieces onto my body.The outfit was heavy and masculine, designed to make Kael look powerful and intimidating.They strapped ancient looking armor across my shoulders, placed a thick cloak over my back, and darkened my jawline with makeup to create a stronger structure.Someone even added subtle shading to make my arms appear more muscular.“Lower your voice,” Justin instructed. “Kael should speak like this.”He demonstrated a deeper tone.I cleared my throat.“The night devourers will not claim another soul,” I said, trying to imitate it.Justin nodded approvingly.“Perfect, we'll ad
Ivonne's POV The silence that followed as everyone waited for my response felt suffocating.“Ivonne, please You have to play the part.” Justin continued to begEveryone around me had gone completely still, as if the entire world had paused just to hear my answer. My heart was beating so loudly in my chest that I could barely hear anything else.I stared at Justin, feeling a wave of helplessness wash over me. His expression was tense, almost desperate, and that only made the knot in my stomach tighten.“Justin…” I said slowly, shaking my head. “I really truly can’t do that.”His shoulders sagged slightly.“I’m serious,” I continued, my voice quieter now but still firm. “If the elders hated me before, they will absolutely crucify me if they find out that I’m playing Kael.”Even saying the name felt heavy.Kael wasn’t just a character. He was the most important figure in all werewolf history. The hero. The legend. The man who had practically created the entire race after saving his peo







