Orrin

Seeing Anja walking towards me in that off the shoulder, skin-tight white wedding dress. . . Goddess, there are no words to describe how beautiful she looked.

I stood in my white suit, eyes locked on my mate as she walked down the makeshift aisle of flowers. I could sense both the happiness and nerves coming from Anja. But that didn’t stop her smiling at me, big and wide.

I’ll admit there was a tear in my eye, and I didn’t care about the thousands of people watching us—hundreds in seats, family, close friends, and acquaintances.

Our ceremony was also televised to the whole of Zidiah, and wolf shifter packs the world over. Everybody wanted to see their King finally marry his Queen.

When she reached me, Anja reached for my hands. Of course, I held tightly, listening to my mother as she offici