CHASE POV
I knew the moment she stepped through the doors.
The moment the music shifted.
The moment the crowd rose.
The moment the bride appeared at the top of the aisle, draped in white, hidden behind the veil that glittered under the lights.
Everyone gasped at her beauty.
But I felt something else entirely.
Wrongness.
A quiet, subtle shift in the air that only an Alpha sensitive to the smallest changes would catch. The kind of wrongness that settled beneath the skin, near the instinct, near the wolf.
The woman walking toward me was not Cassandra.
She moved differently.
She carried herself differently.
She held her bouquet with trembling fingers Cassandra never possessed.
And even from a distance, beneath all the perfume and flowers, her scent was not Cassandra’s.
Not even c
