"You look beautiful, sir!" Emma beamed as she fussed over the lapels of my tuxedo.
It was beautiful. A luxurious, all-white tuxedo tailored to fit royalty—crisp silk lapels, soft matte linen underneath, glimmering silver cufflinks shaped like tiny crescent moons. The jacket hugged my waist and flared just slightly at the hips, the trousers pressed to perfection. Even the shoes shone like they'd never been touched by dirt.
I looked like a dream. A perfect little Luna for the pack.
And it was fucking absurd.
"It's custom that when a new Luna is introduced, they wear all white," Emma said proudly, smoothing the sleeves.
I hated it.
I wasn't some blushing bride. I wasn't walking down the aisle full of love and promise. I'd been sold—given away like a cheap inheritance—to some stupid brat I didn't even know. What the hell was there to celebrate?
Was it because this Levi kid was the alpha's son?
Who gives a fuck?
I don't.
