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Hoping he’d say he thought of her first. “I did,” Orion replied. “But then I remembered they went to Becca’s grandmother’s today. So they aren’t in.” The hope deflated quietly. He lifted a hand and ruffled his damp hair, droplets falling to the floor. Vera watched the motion, stunned by how something so simple could look so dangerously attractive. She had never pictured Orion as a man with tattoos—but there they were. A black band wrapped around one forearm. A bird inked along the other, stretching upward, partially hidden by his sleeve. That same arm bore other markings—needles, knives, a skull, symbols she couldn’t fully make out.

I had to do this…here goes nothing… Opening the door to my room, with nothing but a wedding dress, a spare dance uniform and a duffle bag with my life’s worth of savings…I came face to face with the woman who I was going to spend the rest of my year with. “Hey, run-away bride!” She laughed; her smile open and contagious. “You’re my new roommate?” She was about five feet seven in height, with more of an athletic built. Her skin was porcelain white and her hair was jet black with literal rainbow highlights that reached the middle of her back. A diamond shaped face and electric blue eyes. She was wearing black shorts and a rainbow colored tank top and black slippers and huge hoop earrings while

he responded. Here I was. I just had my wedding ceremony earlier. Everything was prepared swiftly. My wedding was a simple affair. Although it was a simple one, the guests were very important. Both Alpha Carl and Alpha Lili attended my wedding to the Crimson Warrior. Their attendance was a subtle form of support to me. Seeing them gave me courage, which really made me thankful.

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He placed the words all so easily. "What? The Halflings do not know?" Cora tilted her head innocently and mocked. "Your friend here is an Omega Vampire. Or quite accurately, the Crimson Bride." -END-

The wax bore Darius’s crest: a snarling wolf head split by lightning. Kael broke the seal without hesitation. His eyes scanned the words, face hardening into lethal stillness. “He wants alliance,” Kael said flatly. “Pack Blackthorn and pack Ironfang joined under one banner. Against the eastern threats rising. In exchange…” His gaze flicked to Elara, dark and unreadable. “He offers his sister, Lyra, as my bride. Pure blood. Strong pups. No… complications.” The room exploded. Shouts. Chairs scraping. Fists slamming wood.

“I cannot antagonize either the twins or Dan since by picking a side that’s exactly what I would be doing.” “So what would you do?” Hildegarde asked. “I don’t know yet. I would still need some time to consider everything.” Mane confessed. “That seems to be the best option right now,” Hildegarde agreed. “First we need to dispose off her body,” Mane stated, and turned to face the corpse a few meters away from him. The skin of the deceased figure was shrunken and looked like the skin of an extremely aged person. The entire body was a pale yellow color, and the opened mouth and terror in its eyes before death showed that this person didn’t die a pleasant death. It would have been difficult to pl

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I couldn't help the anger that continued to fill me at the sight of her still trembling body. “And may the eternal flow of the moon river bless this union…” the priest droned on. His voice suddenly sharpened. “Prince Eilis Caravia, Feral wolf of levia. Do you take Lady Raven Dearna to be your lawfully wedded wife? To cherish and to protect, in sickness and in health, as long as you both shall live?” “I do.” My voice was firm and clear. “And do you, Lady Raven Dearna, take prince Eilís of Caravia, feral wolf of levia, to be your lawfully wedded husband? To honour and support, to love and to cherish in sickness and in health as long as you both shall live?”

The headline screamed at her. “Bride Leaves Wedding With Another Man: Who Is the Mysterious Groom?” Elara stared at it, frozen, her fingers hovering uselessly over her phone as if she might be burned if she touched the screen again. The words felt unreal, like something ripped from a badly written drama, yet there they were, public, searchable, permanent. Photos followed beneath the headline. Blurry, cropped, and poorly lit. Taken from angles that felt invasive, predatory, as if the photographer had been hiding behind pillars or crouching behind parked cars.