Chapter 276: _ The White Wedding
The Wedding Day
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I was standing at the altar—if that’s what you could call a marble monstrosity drenched in white roses and drenched even more in pretense. The scent of power and perfume in the air was nauseating, woven in with wolf musk, anxiety, and freshly waxed floors. Everything glistened, like the gods themselves had RSVP’d.
Across from me stood Rosa.
In a white lace wedding dress that did everything it could to scream purity and innocence while failing to mute the rot underneath. She wore a veil... because, of course, she did, and a devilish smile that curled like a snake around her lips.
I could almost hear her internal monologue: Finally, I won. He’s mine. Axel, the heir, the Alpha-to-be, bound to me for life. I can finally use him to get everything I want.
Her manicured fingers curled possessively around the bouquet, and I wondered if she’d practiced her smile in the mirror.
Why? Because she had on one of those rehearsed "I’m-so-blessed" smiles that actresses used when collecting an award they bribed their way into winning.
But her life was about to take a drastic turn. She just didn’t know it yet.
Beside us, Álvaro stood in his usual military posture; spine rigid, clenched jaw. If he were any more emotionally removed, we’d need to check his pulse. Camila fluttered beside him like a glitter-covered hummingbird in heels. She was dressed like she thought this was a Malibu wedding, not the most powerful werewolf rite in three territories.
Rosa and Camilla’s father beamed like a proud ancient statue. Oh, Don Diego, let’s see how the condition of that pride of yours is when you find out your daughter was even more evil than you are.