"Here comes the bride. Here comes the bride. Da, da, dada, da, da, da, dada, da, da. Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm. Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm," Magda was singing and humming the bridal chorus all morning, awaiting King Kanyon's arrival. She twirled the cane in her hands as she strolled the hallways scrutinizing the servants, making sure they were placing the decorations at the exact position she wanted them. "You imbecile!" She yelled as she raised the cane high, swinging it through the air as she whacked a poor omega across his back. "The floral arrangements should be yellow, blue, pink. Not pink, yellow, blue. Fix it, you worthless piece of shit." "Yesss, Luna. Forgive me for my idiocy," the omega young man bowed. Luna Magda sneered at him. "Don't talk, just get it right." The pack house was in chaos. The kitchen staff had been preparing different cuisines for the last three days at the Luna's request, but none of them were prepared to her liking. They all tasted like a bear's asshole, sh
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