Chapter 55

I am wearing a cerulean blue dress—the color of my Alpha’s eyes. Its sleeves reached my elbow, and the neck has more of a U-cut than the V-cut ones I often wear for the past weeks since I arrived.

This is more conservative. Since I’m married now, I only want Tyler to be the one to see my asset beneath this layer of clothing.

“Can we dig into the reception now?” I purred to Tyler, whose nose is still flaring at Meah. The in-house mortal servant only grinned like a Cheshire cat.

I grabbed Tyler’s hands and hoisted him from his seat, leading him outside this room from one of their little hospitals within Stella’s Soul.

The Arena is still full of people. When Melissa saw us, she waved a hand to the table meant for the newly-weds.

Pop music flooded the air where Jason is the vocalist. As I sat at the table, a tray of food was already beside mine: sizzling butter scallops, a huge grilled lobster, filet mignon, and a bowl of