"I always knew it." Delora said as she walked into the room. Her ballgown wedding dress was beautiful. Almost like a princess. "You are still in love with her stupid sister, Adara. You never really cared about me."
My hands clenched. Darting to Thorne, I could see his jaw clenched as if he was holding back.
"Delora, wait. Let me explain—" Thorne finally let go of my hand and reached for Delora's hand but she stepped back.
"Don't touch me." she whispered. "I am your fated mate. Why can't you forget about that traitor's daughter? Why?"
"Delora, you don't understand. Let me—" Thorne said reaching for her hand again.
A cold, commanding voice cut through our loud voices. “What’s going on?”
My heart pounded as he walked in, moving past Delora to meet me. His hand reached to pull me bu
