[Nivera’s POV]

Two days had gone by quicker than I had expected. As the makeup artist powdered my face, I stared at my reflection in the mirror, wearing a blank expression. Perhaps, in the whole of history, I was the first person to not be happy about getting married to an Alpha King. Most girls would kill to be in my position, but as for me, I just wanted this nightmare to be over.

The stylist adjusted my white gloves, and looked at me with a smile, admiring the work she had done in putting the outfit together.

“I have to admit, I wasn’t your biggest fan, but you do...