The Alpha King’s Hated Mute Luna
The guests fall silent, their eyes fixed on me as I take a hesitant step forward.
And then I see him.
Drake.
He stands at the altar, his broad shoulders squared in a dark blue tux and his golden locks neatly combed back.
As I gaze at his face, it begins to blur and suddenly, I see Ezra.
Ezra.
He stands at the altar, holding out his hand, his dark eyes never leaving mine.
“If the sky that we look upon,
Should tumble and fall,
Or the mountain should crumble to the sea.
I won't cry, I won't cry.
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