Chapter 3
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Some could have doubted it, but I believed it to be genuine.
"You are not required to apologise. I recognise. You have a tonne of obligations that you must fulfil.
Rest assured, I will be alright.
At last, Kristoff looked at me. I saw the glitter in his eyes under the moon. He kissed my cheek, his heart full of love. "Please allow me a month at least to finish everything. Take that time to get ready for our nuptials."
My stunned gaze grew wider. "Is it true that we shall tie the knot here in Shadowmoon?"
"I heard from your dad that you had always wanted to wed beneath the sacred oak tree of your pack," he smiled. "I am not going to let my future Luna's dream wedding fall through. Thus, yes, my father consented when I asked him previously to perform the wedding here.
"Are you serious? Oh my goodness! I am grateful.
I was so happy that he understood and loved me that I wrapped my arms around him. That he recognised my choice told me a lot about his personality. I could not help but get even more smitten with him.
Kristaff tilted my head while holding my chin. His lips were resting on top of mine the next thing I knew. I allowed the chilly breeze carry away all of my worries as I closed my eyes and relished the time I had left with him, forging a beautiful memory that would sustain us during our brief separation.
It had taken me twenty years to find him. Compared to our eternal bliss, what was one more month? Brinax
I eagerly anticipated my union with my mate, just like any other she-wolf in the globe. And at last, my dream came true after years of waiting.
Upon gazing into the mirror, I could not contain my tears as I saw my white bridal gown. It was difficult for me to accept that the hope I had held onto for so long—the hope that I might one day meet my true love—was actually coming true.
After today, Kristoff would become my new reality—he was more than just a fantasy.
I thought back to how Kristoff had discovered me, in my helpless state, where my parents' side of the family had defined me before I was even born. My father loved me more than I could have ever imagined, and I had believed that I would never be able to repay him.
Kristoff gave me hope that fairy tales really exist and that he was the prince who would adore me for who I was rather than what my DNA said. I was eager to spend all of eternity with him—the wolf to whom I voluntBrinaly give my life, my heart, and my soul.a
A tear formed. in my eye as I thought back on him, but I brushed it away right away, telling myself that this was not the day to cry. My greatest happiness in this flawed world had been meeting Kristoff, and I had been looking forward to our vow-exchange ceremony beneath the sacred oak tree in the centre of our pack's domain.
I moved in the direction of the hall, where everyone appeared to be having a great time. It made them all pleased to see me dressed up for a wedding. I was so happy that it spilled over to everyone I loved. I grinned and relished the occasion.
Then I saw Alpha Denver, my father. I could read the love, happiness, and hint of sadness in his stare. I went up to my father and put my hands in his arms.
"Are you prepared, my darling?" he inquired, his eyes full of the same intense happiness.
With a nod, I moved with her towards the aisle at a leisurely pace. As soon as I walked into the reception hall, everyone stood up. Remarkably, despite my lack of experience in the spotlight, the looks from onlookers did not make me anxious this time.
I saw that Ohema and my stepmother were missing when I started to walk. "Dad, where are Ohema and Aunt Gwen?" I asked as I moved my face close to his ear.
Dad took my hand and said, grinning in front of the audience, "You know her mother could not have left her alone like that, so you know your sister is probably still unhappy."
HeBrinang that, I had a little stab of heart palpitations. I hoped my dear sister would be present on my most beautiful day to share in my happiness at having someone I adore as my maid of honour. But she declined. Ohema stopped talking to me on the day Kristoff revealed our engagement. If only my Ohema had been here, everything would have been ideal.
You can not have it all, I suppose, which is how the world operates."Baby, do not be depressed. The moon has designated this day for you. Cherish each and every moment.
Be joyful and smile. In the next days, Ohema will undoubtedly come to her senses. If you just give her some time to take it all in, I am sure that things will return to normal."
Those words of encouragement seemed like a final weight lifted off my chest, a release from the crushing stones.
Dad was correct; I should not let my sadness and anxiety over what transpired between Ohema and me mar my own wedding.
When I finally turned to face the aisle, I spotted my dear companion.
The way the reception staff had made the most of the surrounding natural beauty was impressive. Tablecloth-free, rustic, raw wood, and vases full of beautiful eucalyptus vases blended in with the surroundings like they were an extension of our pack's spirit. Flowers adorned every nook and cranny of the well-arranged chairs. The ceremony backdrop, however, was the aspect of this elegant wedding décor that I loved the most.
All that was there was a gossamer curtain like draperies, dangling from the oldest tree in the bunch. I had promised to marry only my partner under this particular tree, and right before our eyes, that promise was starting to come true.
Grinning broadly, Kristoff waited for me to approach the altar. Kristoff even succeeded in launching a little hand wave. With a laugh, I waved back. I had no choice but to close my eyes.on my prospective spouse. His charming appearance and the kind grin he reserved just for me made me happy. His eyes gleamed as he fixed them on me, and he seemed more gorgeous than ever.
I felt grateful that fate had brought us together. I had been whispering to the moon, and suddenly my wish had come true.
Dad handed Kristoff my hand and walked carefully over, whispering, "My precious gift." It was the start of a brand-new chapter in my life where Kristoff—a fantastic man who I never would have imagined would show up in my life—would be all mine.
As we arrived before the altar, we exchanged charming grins and kept our eyes locked. x"Kristoff commented, 'You look beautiful.
I answered, "And you look like a real Jarl."
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