Vivienne's POV
The private dining room at Lunar Heights was even more beautiful than I'd imagined. Crystal chandeliers cast warm light over elegantly dressed tables, and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the city lights twinkling in the distance. Everything was perfect, from the floral arrangements to the soft music playing in the background.
I stood beside Ryker with his arm wrapped around my waist, and felt a surge of gratitude so powerful it nearly brought tears to my eyes. This was real. This life, this man, this acceptance I'd never dared to hope for.
"You look radiant," Alpha Luna Whitlock said, approaching with a warm smile. She was an elegant woman in her fifties with silver hair styled impeccably. "Marriage suits you, Vivienne."
"Thank you, Luna," I said, still getting used
