R O S A L I E
Axel held out his hand as I reached the altar. I took it, his strong fingers wrapping around mine. Sparks flew from our touch, a familiar warmth spreading through my chest.
He looked at me with a look of pure love and I knew without a doubt that I was home.
"Hey," he mouthed, a small smile playing on his lips.
"Hey," I mouthed back.
The priest, a wise looking old wolf with a long white beard, cleared his throat and began the ceremony. He spoke of the sacred bond between mates, of the responsibilities of the King and Queen, of the unbreakable thread that now connected us.
When it was time for the vows, Axel went first. He took both my hands in his, his gaze never leaving mine.
"Rosalie," he began, his voice deep. "The day I found you, I found a part of my soul I never
