LONDON’S POV
The big day had finally arrived, and the energy around the pack house was electric. I could hear the muffled sounds of laughter, chatter, and hurried footsteps as preparations reached their peak. But here I was, standing in my room, trying to steady my nerves as I adjusted my suit jacket in front of the mirror.
Jerry, my Beta and closest friend, was beside me, knotting his tie with practiced ease. He was dressed to match me, his outfit sharp and crisp. For a moment, I allowed myself to take in the scene, and it hit me how surreal it all felt. This was the moment I had envisioned countless times. The decorations, the crowd, the ceremony—it was all exactly as I had imagined it. Except for one glaring difference: the marriage was a sham.
Jerry noticed the faraway look in my ey
