NARRATOR’S POV
ONE YEAR LATER
The mating ceremony preparations were in full swing, and Sydney rushed into the dressing room like a whirlwind, her wolf Aria excited inside her. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the center of the room where Grace stood, resplendent in her wedding dress.
"Grace!" Sydney exclaimed, her initial frown melting into a beaming smile as she took in the breathtaking sight before her.
Grace turned away from the mirror. She was surrounded by a swarm of cloth fitters who were adjusting her wedding dress. The ivory satin and lace flowed around her in many layers like something from a fairy tale.
Grace was the daughter of the Nightbloom Pack, a small border pack. As an Alpha’s daughter and the founder and designer of Luxe Vogue, she had demanded nothing but perfecti
