Chloe’s Point of View
It was the day of my wedding, but my heart felt heavy. I woke up early in my room, tears streaming down my face. I didn’t want to live this way. Ever since I moved to Damian’s pack house, my life has been anything but peaceful. Restlessness consumed me, with one war or issue after another.
I sat up and wiped my face, trying to calm myself. This was supposed to be my day, but it didn’t feel like it. Just as I was about to step out of bed, a knock came on the door.
“Who is it?” I asked, my voice still shaky.
“It’s Regina,” came the response.
I sighed. “Come in.”
Regina walked in and looked at me. “Do you need help getting ready?” she asked.
“No,” I said quickly, shaking my head. “I’ll dress myself.”
Regina raised an eyebrow. “You should hurry then. You know Alph
