Emma’s POV
Every guest has been sent off with a hug, the final toast has been made, the cheers have quieted, and the pack’s joyful howling has melted into the peaceful night.
My parents; exhausted, teary, and happily tipsy on elderberry wine, finally let the enforcers escort them to their guest suite with promises of brunch tomorrow. Mom keeps touching the Luna crown like she’s afraid it will vanish.
Then it’s just us.
Me and my husband.
Richard closes the Alpha-suite door with a soft click, turns the lock, and leans back against it, watching me with that look; like a predator that still makes my knees weak.
Moonlight spills through the tall windows, painting silver across the white silk of my wedding dress, across the crown I’m still wearing because he asked me not to take it o
