I had planned to go to the wedding in full warrior gear, but then the inspiration of symbolism came over me and I decided to ask my mother for her wedding gown. She and Nana quickly worked on the tailoring of it all day so that it fits me just right.
By the look on my mate’s face, I believe I made the right choice.
I also planned my arrival here, perfectly. Just in time to catch that b***h in a lie.
I can still feel the sour taste of it in my mouth.
Idiot.
Viktor was absolutely not his mate and wouldn’t even be her husband. I intend to fill both the role of mate and wife.
This is my wedding, now.
I walk up the aisle. Leaving my family and Rob behind me.
The train of my dress flowed behind me, as I stalked towards a red-faced Amelia and smiling Viktor.
Before I could reach the
