Megan
My mom was the first in my room on the morning of my mating ceremony. I smiled as I watched her, making sure that every detail was just perfect. I had thought about it many times over the years, and I was more convinced than ever that she was still trying to make up for the fact that I was kidnapped.
She didn’t have to. I never blamed her or my dad for what happened. I couldn’t even remember anything about the time I was missing. I never saw that woman as my mother. I might have felt it when I was that young, but as time passed, and I grew up, it never came to mind.
I had one mom and I loved her more than anything. My hair was done and someone took care of the make-up while my mom faffed around the dress and jewels. When the time came, I stepped into my beautiful, pristine white
