Soren, dressed in a tailcoat, suddenly appeared at the chapel entrance. He held a cane in his hand, looking like a gentleman from the turn of the last century.Soren walked in, his dress shoes clicking against the floor. He covered his nose and mouth as he surveyed everything around him with disgust."Kieran, your ceremony is being held in this dump? So, the rumors about werewolf packs being dirt poor are actually true."Soren's tone dripped with smugness. He allowed Owen and his subordinates to surround him completely, simply watching Kieran with a smile.Kieran released his grip, and Roland fell to the ground.Kieran stood on the steps, looking down at Soren, and said each word deliberately. "You knew all along.”"You knew Vera was my fated mate all along. Why didn't you tell me?""Why would I tell you?" Soren smiled, his eyes crinkling. He did not even bother hiding his fangs.He tilted his head, his voice cheerful. "You're the one who couldn't see what was right in front of
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