My Fated Alpha
Only now the groom was in a Council cell, the bride was screaming at lawyers, and the venue had been paid for in full, non-refundable.
I had a better use for it.
We rode to the pavilion with twenty Blackthorn wolves behind us. The place was deserted except for staff scrambling to cancel. White chairs in perfect rows. Archway dripping with roses. A massive ice sculpture of intertwined D & L melting in the sun.
I walked straight down the aisle like I was the bride.
Victor stayed at my back, silent support.
At the altar I found what I was looking for, the custom arch, the unity candles, and, tucked under a chair, the wedding dress Lisa had bragged about for months. My dress, originally. She’d h