Chapter Thirty – Until My Last Breath
Anna’s P.O.V.
Three Months Later
The morning sunlight spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting ribbons of gold across the polished hardwood beneath my feet.
For a long moment, I simply stood there.
My wedding dress hung weightlessly around me, its ivory lace catching the light every time I breathed.
Maria circled me one last time, smoothing invisible wrinkles from the skirt before stepping back with her hands on her hips.
“There.”
She smiled proudly.
“Perfect.”
I laughed softly.
“You’ve said that five times.”
“Because you keep moving.”
“I’m nervous.”
“You’ve faced a Council of Alphas.”
She adjusted the veil resting against my curls.
“You can handle one groom.”
“I don’t know…”
I smiled.
“This one makes me more nervous.”
