Chapter 67
Vanya
I stood at the altar, drowning in layers of suffocating lace and silk that clung to my body like shackles. My hands gripped the bouquet of red roses so tightly I could feel the thorns biting into my palms—but the pain barely scratched the surface of what I felt inside.
This wasn’t a wedding. It was a public execution, and I was the sacrifice.
The grand hall buzzed with murmurs and low laughter. Wolves in velvet and silk filled the rows of seats before me—lords, Alphas, power-hungry shifters and their sycophants. Some curious. Some smug. All of them complicit. They weren’t here to celebrate love. They were here to witness my submission. My defeat. Danish's win.
The veil over my face blurred the details, but I could still see him—Alpha Danish—standing just a few steps a
