Music drifted down the corridor, lively and loud. The celebration had already begun. The twins’ birthday feast was underway.
I slipped into a soft pink dress I found hanging in the wardrobe and stepped out of the room.
The moment I entered the great hall, something inside me shattered beyond repair.
Right there, beneath the glowing pack chandeliers, Alaric was kneeling on one knee. In his hand was a diamond ring infused with moonlight energy, and standing before him was Morgana—the twins’ nanny.
“Will you accept my mark and become my mate?” he asked gently.
Morgana covered her mouth, laughing through her tears before nodding eagerly. “Yes. I will.”
Cheers erupted around the hall. Wolves clapped, howled, and celebrated while I stood frozen. The twins rushed forward, throwing themselves into Morgana’s arms, their faces bright with joy.
“Finally! Morgana’s going to be our real mom now!” Ian exclaimed happily.
“I’m so glad it’s not that evil she‑wolf, Raven,” Rylan added without hesitation.
A soft laugh escaped my lips as I slowly clapped, making sure my presence was noticed.
“Congratulations,” I said calmly.
Alaric stiffened when he saw me. His eyes widened slightly. “Raven, I—”