Callie POV
The invitations were absolutely perfect.
Thick cream cardstock with gold embossing, sealed with the Royal family crest. I held one between my manicured fingers, smiling as I read the elegant script:
**Alpha Asher Royal**
**&**
**Callie Voss**
**request the honor of your presence**
**at their union**
**in two weeks’ time**
I had personally made sure Hazel Hudson received one.
Not through the mail like the others. No. I wanted it delivered by hand. I wanted her to feel every ounce of my triumph.
“Make sure she gets it today,” I told the courier, slipping an extra stack of cash into his pocket. “And take a photo of her face when she opens it.”
He bowed and left.
I leaned back in my chair, sipping chilled champagne. The wedding was now official. The entire wer
