Chapter 7: Wedding Reception

Chapter 7: Wedding Reception

The wedding reception was buzzing with people who looked like they belonged on magazine covers. Everyone was dressed to impress—sparkling jewels, sharp suits, flowing gowns that shimmered under the chandeliers. The air felt thick with expensive perfume, quiet laughter, and the low hum of power. Different kinds of shifters, different levels of importance, all mixed together in one glittering room.

Kira felt tiny in the middle of it all. No familiar faces. No friends from university. Just a sea of Lycans who stared at her like she was some rare animal on display. She kept her back straight anyway, fingers wrapped tightly around Derek’s arm. He was still terrifyingly tall, silent, and radiating that icy calm, but at least he was the one person here who had brought her into this chaos. Her back throbbed with every step, the whip marks burning under the fancy dress. She told herself she just had to get through tonight. Then she could collapse into bed and sleep like she’d been hit by a truck.

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