ANMELDENThe next few days passed by in a frantic blur and before I knew it, it was already the evening before the wedding.If I was run ragged by Dahlia’s increasing attempts to plan a picture-perfect wedding, Ronan was worse off because Dahlia simply did not give him any respite from her presence. At least I could hang out with Blaise and Darach in the midst of wedding preparations, but Ronan was stuck with her all the time. Even when he wanted to spend time with Blaise alone, Dahlia invited herself along, her skin thicker than a rhinoceros hide.Ronan’s face grew increasingly haggard as the days passed. All of us were counting down to the wedding day in fervent desperation but for vastly different reasons. I would imagine for Ronan, there was probably nothing he could want more than some sleep.I had no clue what sort of tricks he had up his sleeve to prevent Dahlia from spending the night with him — not for
"Me?" I echoed in shock, my eyes nearly popping out of my sockets.I looked at the huge array of dresses that had been plucked from the racks. When I peered behind the curtain, I could spot more hangers in the background. Dahlia had apparently shortlisted at least ten dresses at the back of her dressing room. My hands were growing increasingly clammy. The white of the dresses looked as though they were sunlight directly reflected into my eyes.My hands would probably leave grimy fingerprints behind on the smooth fabric. I dared not touch them directly. Was this Dahlia’s plan to humiliate meMy throat was dry, and even the hand Blaise had rested on the small of my waist had tightened its hold just the slightest.Yet Dahlia did not seem to notice any of it. She was too deliriously in her own little world of romance and was so high on the sweet words Ronan spewed that she had not even realized tha
"Oh." My mouth fell open in surprise.Of course. A wedding, no matter how forced, included wedding gowns. How could I have been taken unawares by her words?"Right, wedding gowns." I clapped my hands, trying to seem more enthusiastic.No wonder Ronan looked like he was walking towards the gallows. I had seen him bleeding from wounds with more enthusiasm than he had shown this entire wedding preparation."Is it only me, or can Blaise come along as well?" I asked casually.The more people I could pull in to share in the awfulness of such a task, the better. Misery loves company after all."Why not?" Dahlia shrugged. "I am already getting Ronan’s opinion and yours." She shot Ronan a lovestruck look, trailing her fingers up his arm.Ronan did not flinch or pull away, but he stared into the distance with a blank look in his eyes, as thou
"But that would be your fated mate." I said it pointedly. Plucking my courage, I dared to ask. "What if Ronan’s fated mate shows up? He seemed pretty insistent on having his fated mate as his luna."Under my clothes, the web necklace Ronan had given me felt as though it was tingling. I dared not move too much, afraid that the silvery material would catch Dahlia’s eye. There was no way she would know what it was nor the necklace’s significance, but I did not wish to risk the off chance that she did.If Dahlia found out that I was the said fated mate who could threaten her position as the future luna of Nightreign, she might just tear into me right now and rip me to shreds. The imagery was enough to have me shudder in fear.Vivienne never had anything personal against me. She was just a bitch to everyone in general. But Dahlia, on the other hand, would get everything if I was out of her way. Compared to t
It was all too easy to change the topic. Dahlia quickly jumped on it excitedly, detailing everything she needed help with. The invites were out, but the decorations for the church were not done, her dress was not complete, the menu was not finalized, and she did not have a full bridal party. There was no one good enough to be her maid of honor.I guessed no one liked her enough to be subjected to such a painful role. If I liked her more, I would feel more sorry for her. I did not have enough friends to be my bridesmaid either.Alpha Thorton finally spoke. "Dahlia, how about you make Kaela your maid of honor?"I choked, and I was not the only one."What?" I asked, just in case I misheard."Daddy, how can you ask that?" Dahlia pouted and crossed her arms. She eyed me up and down, seemingly cataloging my every flaw. "I do not even know Kaela well enough. She is a human. She will not
Darach, Blaise, and I left for Thunderstrike immediately, following Milo’s strict instructions out of there. Apparently Hornstead was a maze on its own. It was really dumb luck that we stumbled upon Elder Olive, who used to be from Hornstead. Otherwise we would have driven around Hornstead in circles with no way to enter.Fae blood was fearsome indeed. The fact that they could raise animals on their land without these animals bolting for the heels was proof enough that this pack was not normal."Guess it was a good thing I crashed my car then." Darach mused, trying to be positive about things. He was very reluctant to leave Hornstead since he had spent the past few days eagerly helping them tend to the land. He could not herd the animals, but he had a good eye for plants and produce."Well, I for one have no plans on repeating such a feat." Blaise said it cheerily, and true enough he drove very safely back to Thund







