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When we arrived at the manor, the sight took my breath away. The ceremony space had been transformed with hundreds of white and silver flowers. Delicate fairy lights hung from the ancient oak trees, creating a canopy of soft light. Silver ribbons adorned white wooden chairs arranged in perfect rows. Pack members stood in formation on either side of the aisle, their faces a mixture of curiosity and fncb8e Get full chapters from f?ndnovel/fncb8e

respect.

I took a deep breath and epted Raymond’s arm. As the string quartet began ying, I took my first step onto the petal–strewn aisle. My legs felt unsteady, but Raymond’s firm grip kept me upright. My eyes locked only on the tall figure at the altar–Dominic. bHe /bstood straight and proud, his dark eyes finding mine immediately. The intensity of his gaze made me forget everyone else around us.

Dominic’s POV

When Reba appeared at the end of the aisle on Raymond’s arm, my chest tightened with an emotion so powerful bI /bcouldn’t breathe for a moment. Her white gown caught the sunlight, the intricate silver embroidery around the bodice glinting softly. Her chestnut curls were arranged in an elegant updo with a few strands framing her face. Her cheeks were flushed pink, and her gray–green eyesb, /basionally shing with gold, never left mine as she walked toward me.

Through our mate bond, I could feel her heartbeat elerating to match mine. I had never felt our connection more strongly than in this

moment.

As Raymond ced her hand in mine, her fingers were cold and trembling slightly. I enclosed them in my warm grip, trying to transfer some of my strength to her.

“You take my breath away,” I whispered, my voice rougher than usual with emotion.

She smiled, her lips quivering slightly. “You don’t look bad yourself, future Alpha.” Despite her nervous tone, there was a steadiness in her eyes that filled me with pride.

The officiant, an elder from the pack dressed in traditional silver robes, began the ceremony. The ancient words of the werewolf wedding rite blended with modern vows as we pledged ourselves to each other. Reba’s voice started soft but grew stronger with each word, hermitment clear in every syble.

When it came time to exchange rings, I slid the tinum band onto her finger, noticing how her hand trembled but her eyes remained steady and bright. The ring, engraved with the Sterling family crest intertwined with a new design to represent Reba, glinted in the sunlight.

“Now,” the officiant solemnly announced, “the Alpha willplete the marking ceremony.”

This was the most sacred part of a werewolf wedding, the moment when our bond would be sealed in front of the entire pack. I gently moved Reba’s hair away from her neck, revealing the mark I had previously left. Her pulse jumped visibly under the mark. In front of all pack membersb, /bI ced my hand over it, reciting the ancient words of iming in the oldnguage of our kind. The mark glowed briefly under my touch, and I felt the power of our bond surge between bus/b.

Reba gasped softly, her eyes widening bas /bshe felt the connection strengthening. I knew she was experiencing the same rush of emotion and energy that coursed through me–the sensation of our bsouls /btruly merging into one entity.

The officiant raised his hands and dered: b“/bBy the power of the moon and the ancientws of our kind, I proudly present the future Alpha and Luna Sterling!”

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Apuse and the traditional howls of approval filled the garden. I leaned down to kiss my bride, my mate, my Luna. Her lips were soft and warm against mine, and I could taste the salt of happy tears. In that moment, with her in my arms and our future stretching before us, I feltplete in a way I had never experienced before.

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