CELESTE
The wedding day came in a rush.
As punishment for defying him, Father made sure I handled every preparation myself. I’d been so busy that I barely had time to rest.
Yet, by the time I was done, the Dark Vine Pack grounds had never looked so polished. Just like I demanded, everything was over the top. My father invited all the Alphas and Nobles he could. Most of them stared at me with judgment in their eyes. But I’d learned long ago how to walk through it like smoke. I stood still while attendants fussed over me, brushing my copper-red hair into an intricate braid. My dress was a masterpiece of white silk.
I was a vision of ice and vengeance, and yet, my hands trembled. It wasn’t from fear of the ceremony. It was because I could feel him drawing closer. Knox Morrison. The Alph
