The Wedding

I wanted to stop the wedding.

Of course I knew that I couldn’t, but such a large part of me wanted to yell object and then run away with Grant. Sure it would be idiotic, but it would be romantic. We’d go to Boisbury Grove and hope that Ronan would never be able to find us. I’d have my baby and we’d just tell him that Grant was his father.

He would know kindness and warmth and love. He would never be taught to hurt the people he loved and put them in their place. He’d never know that he was meant to be an Alpha. Everything would be beautiful.

What a fantasy that was.

That could never happen. Ronan wouldn’t stop looking until he found me. He would kill Grant for sure and then have me locked up or something. I knew he would be so cruel after a second betrayal. As much as I wanted the risk to be worth it, it just couldn’t be. I had to protect myself and my child.

I stared at myself in the mirror. I think I looked pretty. Something about the way silk fell over my baby bump was beautiful.