Lycan's Prey by Jessica Hall

Chapter 244

Aubrey

Sunlight filters through the massive windows of the castle, casting golden beams onto the marble floors. There’s a palpable excitement in the air, a buzz of anticipation as the castle’s staff scurries around with last–minute preparations. Today is the day. My wedding day

I stand in the middle of my room, looking out over the castle grounds. From up here, I can see the massive tent set up in the courtyard, with rows of elegantly decorated chairs and tables, floral arrangements in soft hues of gold and ivory adorning every surface. Beyond that, cameras flash incessantly as paparazzi gather outside the gates, eager to catch a glimpse of the royal wedding of the year.

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My heart beats wildly in my chest, but it’s not just nerves–it’s a mix of emotions. Excitement, anxiety, joy, and. disbelief. After everything we’ve been through–after Rhett, Bianca, Clyde, and the secrets that nearly tore everything apart–we’re finally here. We’ve fought, we’ve bled, and we’ve won.

A soft knock on the door pulls me out of my thoughts. “Come in,” I call, my voice slightly breathless.

The door opens, and Maribel enters, carrying a delicate bouquet of white roses and lilies. She grins at me, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “You look like a Queen, Aubrey.”

I glance down at my gown, all lace and silk that flows around

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The bodice is fitted, embroidered with tiny crystals that catch the light with every movement. A veil, edged in

can barely breathe,” I admit with a

setting the bouquet on a nearby table. “Every bride feels that way. But don’t worry,

veil, smoothing it out before stepping back to admire her handiwork. “Perfect” she declares. “Now, are you ready?”

a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” I tell her, stepping out into the corridor only

I stutter, wondering if I am seeing a ghost that he has

I’ve missed so much etched on his face. “Aubrey,” he breathes, reaching out to touch my

breathe out, stepping into his familiar embrace. It is real. He smells of old books and coffee grounds like he always

so familiar yet

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you,” I answer quietly.