Hazel POV
The Royal Cathedral was breathtaking — and suffocating.
Crystal chandeliers hung like stars from the vaulted ceiling. Thousands of white and gold flowers decorated every surface. The scent of expensive perfume and fresh lilies filled the air. Hundreds of the most powerful werewolves in the world sat in polished pews, dressed in their finest clothes, watching the ceremony with eager eyes.
This was supposed to be the wedding of the century.
I stood at the back entrance, heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat. My simple white dress felt cheap compared to the sea of luxury around me, but I didn’t care. It was clean. It was white. And it meant something.
My hands trembled as I touched my belly one last time. The baby kicked softly, as if giving me courage.
I took a
