The Wedding Dress I Altered 29 Times for Him
I've been pregnant for six months, but my Alpha mate, William, has delayed our mating ceremony 29 times.
He's waiting for his adopted sister, Rita, to find a mate so they can have a "two-couple mating ceremony."
The 30th time I altered the waist of my beloved mating ceremony dress, the bridal shop assistant looked embarrassed,
"Miss, this dress really can't be widened anymore. How about you choose another one?"
Disappointment rose in my throat like bile. I called William, asking when the ceremony would finally happen.
But William said:
"I will give you an unforgettable mating ceremony, but Rita's mate hasn't been matched yet. Darling, can you wait a little longer? We shouldn't ruin her whole life over such a small thing, right? I know you'll understand. You're always so kind."
My heart clenched suddenly.
So, my dream mating ceremony is just a small thing.
Rita's sweet, high-pitched voice chimed in: "Brother, my mating ceremony dress matches yours so perfectly!"
That was the moment I realized I was never the one being chosen.
I looked down at my round pregnant belly, tears slipping quietly from the corners of my eyes. Then, with a trembling hand, I dialed the number that had always been waiting for me.
"I'm ready to leave."
After the call ended, the clerk cautiously asked: "Would you like to choose another one?"
"No. Just cancel it, please."
I took one last glance at the dress that would never belong to me.
If this ceremony was never for me, then I won't stay for it.