**1 Month Later**
**Samantha**
I was in my old room at the Gold mansion, looking at myself in a floor-length mirror. I wore a beautiful white spaghetti strap dress with silver strands embedded throughout the fabric, accented by little light blue crystals around the bodice.
I felt like a fairy in this dress—literally.
“Well, I’m glad you’ve embraced your fae side. You look beautiful, my dear girl. Our mates are going to cream their pants when they see you,” Callie praised me in our link.
I couldn’t believe I was here, about to have a mating s***h wedding to the Gold boys, who were about to become the Alphas of the pack in an hour or so.
Last year, if you had told me this would happen, I would have thought you needed psychiatric help. Just ask Braxton.
Lord, the memory of thinking Bra
