Marilyn’s POV The coronation came too fast. One moment I was still trying to understand what it meant to belong here, and the next, the pack house buzzed with preparation, voices echoing through the halls, the air thick with anticipation. Aunt Agnes had arrived early that morning. Seeing her standing near the window of the alpha’s chamber, dressed simply but elegantly, made my chest ache. She caught my eye and smiled softly, pride and worry mixed together. In the center of the room, Caroline was practically vibrating with excitement. “Stand still,” she ordered, tugging gently at the corset strings of my dress. “If you pass out during the ceremony because you can’t breathe, Liam will never forgive me.” “I’m not going to pass out,” I muttered, staring at my reflection. The dress was beautiful, flowing, pale, almost glowing against my skin. I barely recognized the woman looking back at me. Caroline kept talking, words spilling out nonstop. “Do you know how many she-wolves would k
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