The morning of her wedding arrived far too quickly for Isla.
It felt like only yesterday she had been fighting for her life, navigating betrayals, discovering truths about her past, and battling the overwhelming responsibility of leading a pack she never thought would be hers. Now, she stood in front of a grand, ornate mirror, staring at a reflection that looked both familiar and entirely foreign.
The woman gazing back at her was no longer the rogue she had once been, the outcast, the unwanted girl who had spent her life searching for a place to belong.
Now, she was Luna.
Now, she was Alpha.
It still didn’t feel real.
The gown she wore was unlike anything she had ever owned before. It was made of the finest silver silk, smooth and soft against her skin, shimmering under the gentle gl
