Mira’s POV
The week leading up to my wedding flew by in a whirlwind of preparations. It felt like one moment I was finding my dress, and the next, it was the day I had dreamed of for so long??
When I woke up that morning, the scent of fresh sunflowers drifted into my room. The entire pack grounds were decorated with them–Killian’s touch. I smiled, imagining him insisting to the decorators that they place the golden flowers everywhere. It was such a thoughtful and sweet gesture that it brought tears to my eyes.
Luna Marinette was already in my room, helping me get ready. She pinned my hair back carefully, her fingers working with steady precision. “You’re going to take his breath away,” she said softly, her eyes meeting mine
in the mirror.
I smiled, though my nerves were impossible to hide. “Do you think so?”
She nodded, brushing a stray curl into place. “Absolutely. You look stunning, Mira. Killian is a lucky man.” I took a deep breath, trying to calm the butterflies in my stomach. “Thank you for everything, Luna. I don’t know how I would have managed without you.”
She waved her hand dismissively but smiled warmly. “Nonsense. You’re family now, and this is what family does. Now, let’s get you into that dress.”
She helped me slip into the gown, her hands careful as she fastened the pearl buttons down the back. When I turned to look in the mirror, I barely recognized myself. The dress fit perfectly, and the delicate lace and flowing skirt made me feel like I had stepped out of a fairy tale.
“You’re breathtaking,” Luna Marinette said, her voice thick with emotion. “Killian won’t know what hit him.” 1 laughed softly, my cheeks flushing. “I hope so.”
After a final touch of makeup and a spritz of perfume, I was ready. I made my way downstairs, where my father was waiting for me. When he saw me, his eyes filled with tears, and he pulled me into a tight hug.
“You look beautiful, Mira,” he said, his voice trembling. “I’m so proud of you.”
“Thank you, Dad. I am so glad you’re here to walk me down the aisle.”
He smiled. “It’s an honor, sweetheart. Let’s go make some memories.”
As we stepped outside, I was struck by how beautiful everything looked. Sunflowers lined the path leading to the church, their bright petals glowing under the sunlight. The pack had truly outdone themselves, and I felt a surge of gratitude for everyone who had worked so hard to make this day perfect.
When we reached the church, the doors opened, and the sound of soft music filled the air. My heart pounded as I took my father’s arm, and we began the walk down the aisle. The room was filled with pack members, all standing and smiling as they watched us. I kept my eyes on Killian, who was waiting at the altar with his father, Alpha Roger, and the priest.
Killian looked incredible in his suit, his dark eyes locked on me as if I were the only person in the room. His lips parted slightly, and I could see the emotion in his expression. My chest tightened, and I had to remind myself to keep breathing.
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“You’re doing great,” my father whispered and seed my hand
I nodded, blinking back tears. “Thank you, Dad”
When we reached the altar, my father placed my hand in Killian’s, his one hand serprog for a moment bety he stepped back. Killian’s grip was warm, and the moment one eyes mat, the west of the mid seemed to fade
away
“You look perfect,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe
“So do you,” I replied.
The priest began speaking. “We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of Yan and Mice This Bond is not just a union of two souls but also of two wolves, two spirits that will run together as one it is a sected connection, blessed by the Moon Goddess herself.”
I glanced at Killian, who was watching me with a mixture of love and determination. His thumb brashed ove my hand. This was a silent reassurance that we were in this together.
The priest continued, “Before we proceed, I must ask: Killian, do you take Mira to be your made and wife to stand by her side in times of strength and weakness, to protect her, honor her, and love her for all the days of your life?”
Killian’s voice was firm and clear. “I do.”
The priest turned to me. “And Mira, do you take Killian to be your mate and husband, to stand by his side in times of strength and weakness, to protect him, honor him, and love him for all the days of your life?
My voice wavered slightly, but I spoke from the heart. “I do.”
The priest smiled, his hands raised as if blessing us. “Then by the power vested in me by the Moon Goddess and the laws of the pack, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may seal your bond.”
Killian didn’t hesitate. He leaned down, his lips capturing mine in a kiss that was both gentle and passionate The room erupted into cheers and howls, the pack celebrating our union with unbridled joy.
When we pulled apart, Killian rested his forehead against mine, his eyes shining. “You’re mine now,” he murmured, his voice filled with possessive tenderness.
“And you’re mine,” I replied, a smile breaking through my tears.
As we turned to face the pack, hand in hand, I felt an overwhelming sense of love and belonging. This was my family now, my home, and with Killian by my side, I knew we could face anything
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