Sandra's POV.
After watching the two of them make their vows, my supposed mate claiming the one I hated the most.
I sat by the table beside the high table and watched him.
Tyson, didn't even look my way.
He didn't even look elsewhere.
His eyes were on her all through their ceremony and each time I notice again and again, how lovingly he looked at her, my heart ached.
She and she alone was the center of attention.
I didn't even think he blinked.
Not once.
“Could you help me pass this to him?” I handed a piece of paper that I had written a message in, folded and neat.
“Tell the alpha that it's from me and make sure you don't open it.” I whispered and placed a dollar on her hand. It was meant to be a tip. A bribery of some sort that would make her happy to give.
Little girl smiled
