…Wedding?
Aurora’s mind went momentarily blank.
Then her thoughts traced back to her wedding with Damien—No, actually, there was no wedding at all.
When they discovered their mate-bond, The Ravenwoods shipped her to Damien’s palace like a piece of cargo. She moved into the Luna’s suite and that was it.
No celebration. No party. No wedding gowns and rings. Nothing.
But Damien loved Chloe dearly. There must be a wedding of a century this time.
“Baron!” Damien snapped. “You have crossed the line here!”
“But Alpha…”
“No, it’s fine.” Aurora spoke up in a rather calm voice. “First of all, Alpha Damien, congratulation.”
Damien froze briefly.
Her calm gaze pierced his heart.
“Aurora.” He said in a hoarse voice, trying to explain. “It’s nothing like what Baron said. I…”
Yet Aurora
