AMARA’S POV

The pack house is bustling with staff making preparations for my upcoming wedding. If this was a normal wedding where I was getting married to the love of my life I would have joined in on the preparations.

I would be skipping from one end of the pack house to another, ensuring that everything was perfect.

But I couldn’t care less if we were mated in a barn surrounded by cow shit and vomit. As long as the ceremony is done and it’s official I am good.

I had more important ...