Emily and her alphas had to leave the country for the ceremony—polygamous marriage wasn't permitted back home—and that exile alone lent the day an otherworldly sheen, as if they were stepping into a dream woven from forbidden threads.
The venue was a sun-drenched villa perched on a cliffside in a distant, sun-kissed land, where the sea whispered against the rocks below and the air carried the faint salt of freedom.
Emily stood at the end of the aisle, her breath catching in shallow bursts beneath a veil of soft ivory lace that draped like mist over her shoulders. Her hands trembled lightly, fingers twisting the delicate fabric, as a whirlwind of nerves and joy churned in her chest.
Since she had no family of her own to claim this moment—no parents, no siblings to beam from the front row—Ana's father and Lily's father had stepped in with quiet grace.
