A Substituted Bride But A Fated Luna

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e to bear all the prying eyes. Everyone is talking about why the bride at today's wedding is not Stella, but

ble to support my body. The eyes that stared at me, the mouths that opened and closed, the heads that whi

his loving smile calmed my nerves a little, but the n

It's your duty, or I

ther, Stella, or the

le in his eyes did not reach the bottom. His deep purple eyes wer

my eye was a huge portrait of a werewolf. He is an Alpha, the ancestor of the Red Moon Pack, and in his hand

how, the sound reminded me of the snakes I had encountered in the forest when I was a wolf. They lurk i

arried to Charles, I hope

dress. I don't know what a qualified Luna is. No one ever taught me that. I'm not Stella, I'm not beau

r was palpable. "Don't talk to me about he

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the ball. It was also in this study that our father slappe

l

welled up

er since she was a little girl, she has been a pampered princess by

ld you I don't want to marry that Charles! Besides, I found my fated mate

, "But all of Newman's werewolves k

contract marriage, and now you're going to deal with it. I am not the only

ow he had another daughter until that moment. I suddenly shivered nervously, cau

father not to agree to the idea. Charles wants

Valley Pack, and it's hard to find a husband like him on your own terms." Stella came over and p

rds. "Selena, you are marrying Charl

ect that could be moved from place to pl

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distracted, my father hammer

oc

alls me back to

una of the Black Valley Pack, after all. Now, go ba

skin, entered my body, and gripped my heart. If I sta

corridors. I leaned against the wall and sighed wearily as I step

ather clock. The relaxed music of the dinner party downstai

to be with my so-called husban

here was only a little

came up the stairs. I know he's Charles' Beta Bi

tairs as soon as possible. We're l

froze on

s the true purpose of our marriage. Starting with today's wedding, I'm

news from this Billy. "No! Tell Charles the wedding isn't o

the bottom of the stairs. He was tall and strong, standing like a statue

the outline of his chin and half of his

his marriage and that my father might not help me at all. With this in mind, I let go of my grip on my dress and walked slowly down

pagne, fireworks, music... ... This is my wedding. E

rather than trying to get out of here because of the ridiculous wedding. I had to trot to keep up with him. W

fell. My ill-fitting high heels fell off. These were Stella's weddi

me. I heard him curse in a low voice, "What a stupid

more embarrassing happened: I didn't know where to put my hands. I grabbed Ch

and treated me like a bag of luggage he didn't care about. Then he got in the drive

and I was about

ertain. My heart is getting tighter and tighter, and

ong with my husband in name, and how am I suppo