#Chapter 129: Feast

Logan Two Months Later The room was awash with candlelight from the hundreds of candles lining the space. They collectively cast their amber glow on the stone walls, giving our surroundings a soft appearance. Laughter and music poured through the air, filling every corner with celebration. Tonight was Alex’s big night, the one he had fought and sacrificed for; it was his wedding. And for once, politics and power struggles seemed far away, even if the couple’s union came on the heels of many, many political discussions. Evelyn stood beside me, radiant as always, especially the swell of her belly now visible beneath her gown. Her pregnancy was now noticeable, and she seemed to glow even brighter with each passing day. She placed a hand protectively over the swell, rubbing circles absentmindedly. The sight of her—my mate, carrying our child—nearly brought me to my knees every time I paid her a glance. As I guided her deeper into the ceremony space, wolves whispered as