The moment Alpha Scott Hansen slipped that silver ring onto Julie Boyd’s delicate finger, the pack erupted into thunderous applause.My heart thudded in my chest, like it wanted to claw its way out and run. Alpha Scott lifted her veil. Slowly. Reverently.Julie. His first love. The fate mate he used to dream about, cry over, and, I suspect, occasionally howl for when he thought I was asleep. She looked… well, she looked like someone who belonged in a painting. Big doe eyes, porcelain skin, a smile so sweet .Meanwhile, I was wearing a hoodie, covered in rogue patrol dust, with mud still clinging to my boots. My wolf, snorted in the back of my mind.“At least you didn’t wear the funeral black. That would've been too poetic.”“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” the pack chanted, some in wolf form, tails wagging, tongues lolling. Wolves love a good show.Julie tilted her chin up, lips puckered. Picture perfect.But Scott hesitated. Just a flicker, a pause. And instead of her lips, he kissed her cheek.T
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