Fake Mates Till Forever
She lifted her phone and took another photo, this time of the room, of the crowd, of me standing there like a deer caught in headlights.
"Better not keep us waiting," she said, already walking away.
My wolf growled. I held her back.
The aunts arrived next.
Aunt Patricia came in first, shorter and rounder, her arms full of shopping bags. "I brought presents!" she announced loudly. "For the happy couple! Where is she? Where's our bride?"
Aunt Margaret followed behind, wringing her hands and looking nervous. "The traffic was terrible," she said. "I hope we're not late. Are we late? I told Patricia we should leave earlier, but she said—"
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