*Kiona*

On a sunny Saturday morning, we are married at the village church, with only close friends and family in attendance. I have little doubt that the curious would have filled the cathedral if we had married there, but I have no interest in putting on a display for anyone who has ever shown him even a teaspoon of unkindness.

My parents aren’t particularly pleased, doesn’t understand me giving up an Alpha for a rapscallion, but they do give their blessing to the union, and my father walks me down the aisle.

Isadora and her husband are here, but Dimos is noticeably absent, and while Castor doesn’t give any outward...