Kestrel's POV
I'm ruining my makeup with tears because if I thought Malik was a disgusting freak, he's more than that. He looks like a pig drenched in muddy water looking tall and fat with rolls of flesh spilling over his expensive black tuxedo.
The fabric strains against his massive belly, and sweat stains are already forming under his arms despite the cool evening air.
He has this stupid smirk on his face like he's claiming me already, even before the vows can be exchanged. His beady little eyes keep roving over my body in the white silk wedding dress, and I want to scrub my skin raw just from his gaze.
The bunch of fools that followed him here for this silly wedding make me sick. Pack members in their finest clothes, all here to witness my destruction. I wish I could rip their face
