The Cursed Princes Bride

No Longer Mrs. Cooley: The Architect's Return

Xiao Xiaosu

I went to the City Clerk’s office for a routine copy of my marriage license to finalize a trust fund audit. I expected a simple piece of paper, but the clerk’s pitying look told me my entire life was a lie. "The license was never finalized, Ms. Oliver. In the eyes of the state, you are single." The three-hundred-guest wedding at the Plaza and the Vogue features meant nothing. My husband, Gray Cooley, had intentionally filed the documents with a "procedural defect" so he could discard me without a legal divorce. Moments later, an iCloud invite titled "Our Little Secret" popped up on my screen. It was a photo of my best friend, Brylee, holding a positive pregnancy test at our Hamptons estate. Gray’s text to her was the final blow: "Happy anniversary, babe. This baby is the best gift. Once the trust unlocks today, we’re done with the charade." I soon discovered they were even stealing my career, reassigning my architectural masterpiece to Brylee while preparing my eviction notice. Gray's mother called me a "barren mule" in a leaked recording, mocking the infertility I suffered after saving Gray’s life in a construction accident. I wasn't a wife; I was a three-year placeholder used to secure his inheritance. How could the man I bled for treat me like a disposable prop? How could my best friend carry his child while pretending to comfort me through my darkest moments? The betrayal burned until it turned into a cold, hard stone of fury. I didn't cry. Instead, I walked into the penthouse of the Barretts, the Cooleys' most powerful rivals. I signed a marriage contract with Kane Barrett, the man the tabloids called the "Beast of Wall Street." "I want a wedding," I told his father, my voice steady and lethal. "Bigger than the one I had with Gray." If they wanted me gone, they would have to watch me become the woman who owns their world.

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***VERA***

"Make sure you find your mate at the ceremony tonight. Don't come home early-stay. Your mate might be waiting," Mother said, tugging Tricia's braid into place.

"I'm not a party person, so yeah, I'll leave right after the hurdle," Tricia replied with a lazy smile. Mother pinched her ear anyway.

"My words weren't for you. I was talking to Vera."

I smiled because smiling used less breath than speaking. My fingers were steady, even though my heart felt like a trapped animal. I smoothed my lashes for the twentieth time and the mirror showed the image I had worked months for: a gown that caught the light in soft waves, hair pinned back to reveal my throat. I had practiced this entrance until the thought of it made my cheeks ache. Tonight would be the night.

"Why put so much effort into this? It's the Luna's ceremony, not a mate-hunt," Tricia teased, brushing a stray curl behind her ear.

"It just feels right," I said, twirling once in front of the dressing mirror. The silk whispered against my legs. Last week I'd spoken with the Alpha-two breathless minutes-and something in me had clicked. I'd felt it in my chest and along my spine. I'd known, and I had been certain he'd known too.

"Vera, your makeup was perfect five minutes ago. And ten. And fifteen-" Tricia sang, smiling. She nudged me, and I laughed, the sound brittle with nerves.

Outside, people gathered like a tide. I hopped out of the car and the world flooded with murmurs of admiration. "In!" I squeaked, taking Tricia's hand and racing for the front row. I wanted the Alpha to find me quickly, wanted every pair of eyes to see the moment he would take me. Pride had always tasted like a promise.

"We're an hour early," Tricia said as I dragged her across the empty chairs. "You're ridiculous."

"All the better," I whispered. I had a plan; I had a place in the very front so he wouldn't have to search. It would be quick, ceremonial, perfect. The pack would remember the night the Alpha finally claimed me.

Then Lana arrived like a sudden shadow. She flipped her hair, practiced smile set in place, and leaned just close enough for me to hear. "What's a disgrace doing in the front row? Trying to jinx the Luna ceremony?"

My stomach tightened into a small cold stone. Everything in me bristled. I had spent my life shrinking to make space for other people; tonight I had decided not to. "Who's she talking about?" I breathed to Tricia, too loud to be private.

"Who else but you?" Lana sneered before flouncing off. Her minions followed, eyes bright with malice. Tricia stepped between us like a shield. "Don't you feel ashamed, always humiliating my sister?" she demanded.

"You're pathetic, Vera," Lana said, as if her words were a verdict. "Your little sister has to defend you."

I drew a hollow breath and felt something cold tighten in my chest-not fear. Not yet. Determination. "In a few hours, Lana, I'll give you an answer befitting your status," I said, loud enough that heads turned and whispers snagged like torn thread. They blinked. Her smirk faltered for half a heartbeat, and for the first time since I was small, I felt the sick thrill of standing straight when the world wanted me small.

"Promise?" Tricia asked, eyes pleading. I wanted to tell her everything-the tiny signal I had felt in the woods, the way my wolf had answered a stranger's scent-but the bells started before I could confess.

A hush swept the crowd. The Alpha entered like a sun no one dared stare at. The priestess's voice dropped into the formal cadence I had heard all my life: "Find your Luna."

He walked through the gathered bodies with the slow certainty of someone who had never known doubt. My chest thudded so loudly it felt like applause in my ears. He was coming my way. He had to be. I closed my eyes and held my breath as customs demanded: mark and be claimed.

The world erupted into claps and exultation-faces blurred into light and sound-and a strange expectation coiled in my gut. When he passed near my row, I felt nothing. No warmth. No pull. A silence like snow fell over the part of my chest that had expected flame.

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