KNOX'S POV
The castle buzzed with wedding preparations. Every corridor echoed with excited chatter about flowers, decorations, and ceremony details. My wolf practically preened with satisfaction each time someone mentioned "the future Luna," though I maintained a more composed exterior.
"Just admit it," my wolf urged as I reviewed another list of ceremony requirements. "Admit how happy you are."
But Alpha pride kept the words locked in my chest. How could I confess that each step closer to claiming Aubrey as my mate filled me with a joy I'd never known? That the mere thought of her wearing my mark made my wolf howl with satisfaction?
Instead, I focused on the practical aspects—approving arrangements, coordinating with the elders about the binding ritual, ensuring everything was perfect
