I unrolled the blueprint across the long oak table in the hall, my fingers pausing mid-motion as I stared down at it. This wasn’t anything like the elegant, romantic celebrations Xavier used to plan. There were no silver accents, no moonlight themes, no subtle elegance.
Instead, bright balloons filled the design. Cartoon wolves decorated the corners. Little paw prints scattered across the layout.
I blinked slowly, convinced there had been some mistake.
“This… doesn’t look right,” I murmured quietly to the omega who handed me the design.
She shifted uncomfortably. “Alpha Xavier confirmed these are the final arrangements, Lady Brielle.”
I thanked her softly, though my chest tightened, then headed straight for Xavier’s office. With each step, dread crept deeper into my stomach. His door stood slightly open, and I could hear his voice before I even knocked—calm, composed, confident. The voice of an Alpha who believed everything was under control.
“Come in,” he called, not even glancing up as I entered.
“Alpha,” I greeted gently. “I just saw the decoration designs.”
He lifted his head briefly. “Oh? Good. What do you think?”