Freya
As I stood in front of the full-length mirror, adjusting the intricate lace gown for the final fitting, I couldn’t help but smile. Today was the day, the culmination of everything I’d dreamed of, my mating ceremony with Kane.
The soft fabric hugged my body perfectly, and the delicate floral details woven into the material made me feel like I was floating on air. I ran my fingers over the bodice, feeling the soft texture as butterflies danced in my stomach. This was it, and I knew, without a doubt, my father and stepmother must have heard the news by now.
The thought of their reactions sent a wave of satisfaction through me. How shocked they must have been, seeing their little Freya all grown up, becoming the mate of Kane. I imagined my father’s stern face softening with a mixture
