#Chapter123

- The End.

*Blair’s Point of View*

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I smelled something funny from the paper that my cousin gave my mate. Mmm, it’s a familiar annoying scented paper.

"What's this? A wedding invitation? Oh, okay. Alpha Harish Doyle is getting married to his human mate, Eimear Walsh. Of course, we're coming. Right, Blair? Ireland this time… this coming Tuesday." My mate read the letter, card, whatever it is, and I felt no more excitement that we are going for another wedding of whoever Alpha it is of which pack in the world.

It is absolutely the hundredth wedding of Alpha werewolves that we will attend and my mate to...