Chapter 47 The Wall of Wolves

The grand staircase seemed to stretch on forever, the golden banister gleaming under the chandelier's soft light. Opal's heart pounded as she took a deep breath, her fingers brushing over the delicate embroidery on her gown. The fabric shimmered with every movement, shifting hues of pink, lavender, and blue rippling like liquid light. It felt like magic against her skin, light as air, yet powerful, regal.

She looked at her reflection in the tall hallway mirror, her violet eyes wide, her silver hair cascading over her shoulders in soft waves. The dress was beautiful, breathtaking even, but it felt like wearing someone else's life. Someone else's destiny. She squared her shoulders, her jaw tightening. No... this is my life. My destiny. And I'll face it... like the Alpha I am.