Liam had prepared meticulously. Three days later, several she-wolves forced Aurora into a lavish ceremonial gown. Escape was impossible.
She was led to the ceremony grounds. The moon-white fabric clung to her like armor, yet the absurdity of the scene made her blood boil. Liam froze for a brief moment when he saw her, dazzled by the sight of her in the gown. The so-called “guests” seated below were strangers to her, making the entire performance feel hollow and ridiculous.
Aurora’s face remained impassive as she stepped onto the red carpet of beast hides.
Liam forced a smile and took her hand. “Aurora, you look… beautiful today.”
“Perfect,” he added, his voice smooth with mock sentiment. “We finally didn’t miss it.” He leaned in, aiming for a kiss.
Aurora instinctively pushed him away
