Since my teenage years, I’d always adored the idea of wedding planning. I even took charge of Sinna’s wedding—Darrell’s sister—five years back when she married someone from the Duncan Pack. Now she had two adorable sons and a partner who truly loved her. And me? After a decade spent loving Darrell, all I had were regrets. If I had allowed my parents to choose a mate for me back then, I might already have three children and a husband who valued me. Instead, I was here—discarded and humiliated by the man I once thought would be my forever.
During a trip to the pack market, I purchased small gifts for the children and something for Elisha—one of the few people who still treated me like I mattered. As I returned, two pack warriors noticed my struggle with the packages and wordlessly helped me carry them to the manor. Their silent support touched something fragile in me.
Darrell caught sight of the gifts as I walked in, his gaze immediately hardening. “What’s all this for? Who are you giving them to? And this…” He waved a letter at me, one I instantly recognized by the handwriting. “What’s this about a wedding that the messenger mentioned?”