A Prisoner Of The Alpha Wolf
“Fuck that. You made me see that marrying you is always the right choice. I want every wolf around to see that ring on your finger and know I’ve claimed you. I’m ready to give you my last name and make you mine. I want to sample gourmet BBQ, dance, eat cake, and howl at the moon along with the pack as we celebrate our union. Will you do me the honor of being my wife, right here, right now, with seconds to spare?”
The music starts up somewhere behind the house. Acheron ushers the entire pack to the back, where he takes up the space under the arbor, thick with pink and white peonies, ready to officiate our vows.
My father scoops up my arm on one side and my mother the other, leading me to the
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