Chapter 11: She said ’No’ to the Vows
Meredith.
The scent of jasmine and vanilla filled the air as Madame Beatrice sprayed perfume over me in slow, deliberate motions.
The fragrance clung to my skin, a stark contrast to the suffocating weight pressing down on my chest.
Everything about me, from my jewelry to my embroidered shoes, screamed elegance.
And yet, my palms sweated. I had never felt more like a nervous prisoner.
The knock on the door was brief before it swung open. I turned my head, watching as the butler from yesterday stepped in, his posture stiff, before speaking.
"Lady Carter and her daughters have arrived," he announced.
My heart twisted. Before I could prepare myself, my mother and my sisters stepped into the room.
They didn't hesitate to look me over—Monique's sharp eyes flickered over the elaborate embroidery of my gown, the delicate jewels in my hair, and the soft white veil cascading down my shoulders.
Then, she smirked as Madame Beatrice and the servant girls nodded politely at my mother. She was the wife to the Beta of one of the Royal werewolf packs after all.
"Well, well," Monique mused. "Who knew our disgraced, wolfless sister could actually look the part of an Alpha's bride?"