Nine.

CHAPTER 9. The Late night visit.

RYDER

“That's right, Ryder. I'm your would-have-been bride if you hadn't ruined everything with your insane speech. You can't imagine how embarrassed I was after that. I couldn't even come to greet the guests. I was riddled with shame!“

I shook my head, hating the ugly twist of event. This whole thing just took a turn to 'freaking - impossible!'

Standing and needing to put a distance between myself and her stench, I lingered towards my shelf. The smell of my newly, bought books rid me of her stench.

Nah, no way this was gonna happen. Another girl, I would have reconsidered. Another girl, I would have yielded to Father's request.

But not Ciara, not this Goddess-forsaken creature.

It was very typical of Father, I must say. I mean, it's understandable he'd wanna chunk Ciara down my throat. She was, after all, the only she-wolf he'd put respect on her name, aside from his late Luna, My Mum.

In his books, he was doing me a favour, pairing me up with the mos