"You look pathetic trying to play the dutiful bride, Ada."Micheal sneers in my ear, his hand gripping my elbow with forced possessiveness as we stand on the grand marble balcony overlooking the engagement hall.Three royal packs fill the room below, their high-ranking warriors and nobles drinking expensive wine under crystal chandeliers. Cecelia stands right next to Elizabeth at the head table, wearing a dress of dark silk, smiling like she already owns the throne, the pack, and the future. I wear a gown of pure, blinding white, looking like the perfect, innocent sacrifice they all expect me to be.Micheal looks so proud, puffing his chest out as if he has already won the world.The Alpha of Silverfang, my biological uncle, steps to the center of the raised dais with a ceremonial silver bowl and a sharp dragon-bone knife. He clears his throat, his deep voice carrying over the crowd."By ancient tradition," the Silverfang Alpha announces, "we ask Ada of Silverfang to step forward, cut
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