Myra pov
Happiness bubbled up inside me as I sat in front of the mirror, my fingers tracing the delicate necklace resting on my collarbone. Being with Marshall felt perfect, like everything had fallen into place. Sure, I once dreamed of being with an alpha king, a fantasy that Norella had snatched away. But now, those old dreams felt like whispers in the wind, fading as I admired the intricate craftsmanship of the necklace, each gem glinting softly under the light.
The necklace sparkled under the gentle light, every gem reflecting a tiny burst of radiance. It was more than just a piece of jewelry; it was a symbol of Marshall's love, intricate and delicate in its design. My fingers followed its contours, the cool metal soothing my skin. As I gazed at my reflection, my thoughts shifted to
