“It should have been a really happy night,” he continues, his voice dropping almost to a whisper. “I’m getting married tomorrow – it should have been…all about me and Amelia, the woman I love, being excited about our next steps.” Evelyn is silent for a moment, but when he doesn’t continue she promp
Victor steels himself at the door of his suite, leaning his forehead against it before going in. “She told me to go to Amelia,” he whispers to himself. “This is…this is right.” It must be right, after all. He wouldn’t have a mating bond with Amelia if she wasn’t perfect for him - his Luna, the woma
She pauses, leaning back a bit. “Victor,” she says slowly, “We talked about this. We decided that I could have a little time, that I still need to finish my career – I’ve still got Paris runways booked this spring, and I can’t miss them - “ “Amelia,” he says, voice low. “If we’re going to be marrie
The elevator dings and, as soon as the doors slide open to reveal the ballroom, the boys sprint out. “Wowww!” Ian says, spinning around to take it all in. “It’s amazing!” “Yeah!” shouts Alvin, “It looks like a crystal palace!” Evelyn has to admit, it is breathtaking. The room looks almost as if i
Suddenly, there’s a clatter at the back of the room. Evelyn sits up and peers around, seeing that a bridesmaid has fallen down. She stands up, worried. “Oh my god, BETH!” one of the other bridesmaids says, but her voice is not full of anxiety, just of frustration. “Did she have too much champagne?
Victor stands at the head of the room, his groomsmen spread out next to him in a line. He forces a smile onto his face, mostly for the sake of the awaiting crowd. He is a happy groom, after all. As each of Amelia’s bridesmaids come down the aisle, he gives them a nod. Each of them lovely women, all
Victor snarls at him, ripping his arm from his grasp and taking two menacing steps in his direction. Who the hell did this man think he was? Amelia was Alpha born, but barely – her father was the leader of a new pack, barely twenty-five years old. He has no power, no legacy, and yet he dares to grab
Victor turns, slowly, to face Amelia at the door. “Evelyn,” his voice is soft; he doesn’t look at her as he speaks. “Are they okay?” He hears a huff behind him. “No, Victor, obviously they’re not okay –“ “Evelyn,” it’s a bark this time, his voice thick with command. “Do they need medical attentio