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  1 "Thalia Silverfang, has someone mistreated you?" My sibling's inquiry carried a hint of worry as he paused during our phone conversation. He must have detected something in my voice, but I tried to appear nonchalant. I put on a false cheerful expression, despite the anger threatening to overwhelm me. "No, everything's fine. I've just come to a conclusion—if marriage is inevitable, does the identity of my spouse really matter?" "Are you certain?" He persisted, his unease growing. "Thalia, if there's a problem, you can confide in me. What's behind this sudden eagerness to wed? You seemed reluctant before." Naturally

Love's Cruel Substitute, A Wolf's Heartbreak

I blended into the throng gathered for Marco Salvani and Amanda Banes's nuptials. The venue was pristine, adorned with ivory blooms and gilded touches that reeked of extravagance. I adjusted my spectacles and tugged at the plain, voluminous wrap draped over my shoulders. Masquerading as an elderly attendee, I melded seamlessly into the crowd.


Security was stringent, but my attire and intentional shuffle ensured I went unnoticed.


From my corner vantage point, I observed as the familiar strains of orchestral music began. Initially soft, it swelled, enveloping the space with a tranquil, almost enchanted atmosphere. All attention shifted to the aisle's end, where Amanda Banes emerged, resplendent in her ivory gown. Her dress glittered in the daylight, and she carried herself regally.


Guests inhaled sharply, murmuring their appreciation. Amanda's grin was dazzling as she progressed arm-in-arm with her father. I feigned a polite smile, concealing my internal revulsion.


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