Fell for the Alpha-less Queen

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By the time the motorcade reached the mountainside, sunlight had already spilled across the pine forest.

A red carpet stretched from the parking grounds all the way up to the altar. On either side, the spectator seats were already filled.

The members of Avery Band, dressed in matching silver–gray suits, were tuning their instruments. Sinclair. Corporation’s Donald sat in the front row with his executives, holding a gift etched with wolf totems. Harper from Beauty Lux adjusted her elegant gown with her sisters fussing nervously at her side. Samuel leaned close to Michael in quiet conversation, while Rosa lifted her camera, eager to capture every moment of the sacred day.

From every corner of life, friends had gathered for this celebration.

The Nightshade wolves turned out in full force. The elders of the Thorne family sat in the place of honor at the very front. Landon’s father, always a stern presence, now wore the most solernn ancient robes of the pack. For once, even his strong gaze shimmered, eyes reddening as he looked toward the red carpet.

On the right, representatives of the newly reformed Frost Paek sat respectfully, with crystals of power glowing softly before them – both as gifts and as pledges of allegiance.

Hand in hand, Tessa and Landon walked the carpet. Along the path, wolves rose in unison, bowing and sending blessings that rolled like waves.

Lina and Ysabel flanked Tessa, fussing with her gown, while Camille followed closely with a small case of cosmetics, ready at a moment’s notice.

Sunlight filtered through the pines and scattered over her skirts, the silver wolf patterns shimmering as though alive, mirroring the subtle designs woven into Landon’s dark attire.

“So many people,” Tessa whispered, fingers tightening slightly.

Even after all she had endured, nerves struck her in this moment.

against

they paused for a moment of rest. Elders from the Thorne family stepped forward, their expressions

family’s representativè, said with a smile, offering a brocade box. “From this day, -you are one of us. This heirloom of the Thorne family is yours.

it with a courteous nod, passing it back

the Nightshade high/priest tolled, announcing the

begins!” the herald’s voice carried across the mountain, magnified for

Tessa’s hand once more, and together they

faint golden light, stirred by the weight of their wolf auras. In the center, the sacred flame burned high, stretching their shadows

the whisper of wind in the pines and

remained.

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The

** Finished

of the international wolf council. Raising the bone scepter passed down through countless generations, the priest’s

power.

Goddess, before the ancestors of the Nightshade Pack, we bear witness

oath, vow to