Since Zoe had been in the hospital for nearly a week now, Elijah and I decided it was best to postpone any talk about the wedding officially. Besides, once we returned to his world, there’d still be the Luna and Alpha Ceremony—their version of a wedding. It made more sense to do it there.
Christmas, my dream wedding day, had come and gone, leaving behind memories I’d never forget. What was the point of celebrating here if my family and friends couldn’t attend?
I’d rather marry him in his world, show them all I was ready to be his mate, even if it terrified me a little.
As I walk into the clinic holding a bouquet of bright daisies for Zoe, my thoughts drift. What was going to happen to Elijah’s hotel once we left? Would it run on autopilot, or would he be splitting his time between the h
