TWENTY SEVEN

FIORELLA

"Enough!" Someone disrupted the ceremony, he barked and his very familiar welcoming and loud voice reverberated through the room so loud everyone turned their heads to him except me.

"I want to combat for her," he continued and I smiled where I stood without looking back.

“Vito came for me. Very unbelievable, he probably came to take me back home so he would torture me alone, right?”

Typical domineering and territorial Alpha traits.

Alfredo growled and faced him head-on. Everyone gasped at Vito's unexpected appearance and I could hear murmurs.

"How come there are two of them?"

"Is she really not Michella?"

“How can we have two brides?”

“I must be seeing things these days.”

At these comments I turned around, the combat between Afredo and Vito did not bother me as much as the lady with red hair and my face did.

“Was she the Michella everyone mistook me for?”

“She definitely is,” my wolf scolded me.

I recalled the first day I got here. I was asked why I changed my hair from r