70: Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing

Alexa “Leave me alone,” I said to the bridal makeup artists. At my command, the two maids bowed respectfully to me before stepping out of the women’s dressing room. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. An orphan who now lived alone, forced to depend on my jerk fiancé. My brown hair was styled in a high updo with small curls framing my face. The ivory-white off-shoulder gown I wore was indeed beautiful and luxurious. Crystals and pearls adorned the satin fabric, reflecting every spectrum of light that touched it. Under the spotlight, I shimmered in the embrace of diamond jewelry decorating my neck, ears, wrists, and hair. But none of it meant anything to me. I was merely going to be Gabriel’s slave, never tasting the freedom I had dreamed of with Harlow. I thought I would be happy if I gained the strength of a great wolf, no longer weak, no longer mocked by others. Wasn’t that what I wanted? In reality, I would be used by others to please their ego. Was I really just going to be a t