The grand hall of the stronghold was an absolute blur of ancient Lycan music, clinking silver chalices, and the loud, joyous chatter of thousands of guests celebrating our union. The air was thick with the heavy, potent scents of the Lycan aristocracy and the handful of neighboring werewolf alphas who had traveled across the borders to pay their respects. But none of that mattered to us. We were tucked away in a slightly shadowed stone alcove near the royal dais, completely wrapped up in each other.
Demetrius had his hands securely locked around my waist, pulling my body flush against his formal royal leathers. The heavy layers of my wedding dress rustled around us as he leaned me back against the pillar, his lips hungrily devouring mine. The newly sealed marks on our necks were burning w
