_Alyssa's POV_
I blinked, disoriented, as the darkness faded. I felt heavy and cold, but when I looked down, I realized that I was wearing a white wedding dress. My heart sank. I knew exactly where I was. The church, filled with people, felt too familiar. I was reliving that horrible day again. The day I married Logan when nothing was as it seemed.
Logan stood beside me, looking handsome in his tuxedo, his face serious as he stared at the priest. I could feel his presence beside me, close yet distant. The priest’s voice was a murmur, reciting the vows. My head spun with dread.
"Alpha Logan, do you take Luna Alyssa as your wife?" the priest asked. Logan’s expression softened just enough for him to say, "I do." His voice was steady, but something in his tone felt wrong. Forced.
My heart
