Chapter 42

The auspicious hour had arrived. The sacred aisle was adorned with vibrant flowers, and all the commotion had disappeared. Viktor was brimming with happiness, his eyes filled with adoration, eagerly expecting the bride’s elegant descent from afar. According to werewolf tradition, the new bride had to walk alone towards her husband, symbolizing unwavering loyalty. This was the most sacred moment that Viktor had been eagerly awaiting.

With graceful and elegant steps, Kattie seemed to step out of an ancient tale, leaving all the guests in awe of her beauty. Viktor absorbed every detail, his proud smile deepening.

She was his woman.

Kattie completed the long journey, reaching him. Viktor extended his hand, waiting. At this moment, the gown gently lifted with the breeze. Suddenly, Kattie bowed, and in a blink, she tore the gown. The bride’s delicate silk fabric instantly ripped along a long line, revealing her legs bound with a dagger firmly attached.

The incident