“Thank you,” I managed to say, my voice thick with emotion. “Thank you for being here with me.”“Where else would we be?” Ava said with a grin. “We wouldn’t miss this for the world.”After the fitting, we spent the rest of the day running errands, finalizing details, and making sure everything was p
Morana AmbroseI stood in front of the mirror, smoothing out the last wrinkle in my beautiful green dress, which reached my thighs. Tonight was the night—a celebration with my closest friends before the big day. A bachelorette party was something I never thought I'd experience with such anticipation
"I wouldn't have it any other way," I admitted, the warmth of their words filling my heart.Even though we tried to keep things lighthearted, I could see the flicker of sadness in Hazel, Ava, and Elena’s eyes. They were happy for me, of course, but I knew they were also missing their mates, just lik
Morana AmbroseThe day felt like I had barely blinked before the wedding day was almost upon us. The whole pack was buzzing with excitement, and everyone was caught up in the whirlwind of last-minute preparations. Flowers were being arranged, decorations were going up, and there was a constant strea
Morana Ambrose. As the sun's rays fell on me through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room as Hazel gently shook me awake. "Morana, it's time," she whispered, her voice filled with excitement and filled with emotion. “Huh?” I blinked, disoriented, before the realization hit me. Today w
Morana Ambrose."Now, if we may have the rings." Frederick called out and Mike, Sullivan’s younger son walked slowly forward, a broad smile on his face."Thank you." Adrian smiled as he patted Mike on the top of his head. Adrian took the ring meant for me, and I took the ring meant for him."Now, Ad
I smiled up at him, my heart swelling with love. “And you, my love, look incredibly handsome.”We made our way to the center of the room, where the first dance awaited us. The lights dimmed, and the soft melody of our song began to play. Adrian took me into his arms, and we started to dance, moving
Morana Ambrose. The group of men, their presence as unwelcome as a storm on a clear day, stood quite opposite to the happiness that had filled the air just moments ago. They were clearly out of place, and the mood had shifted from one of pure celebration to one of anxiety and fear.Adrian’s grip