For the first time in eighteen years, seeing my mate in person finally brought genuine joy to my lonely heart.
“You must be Fiona.”
“Alpha Garrick,” I curtsied with a graceful bow and a warmer smile. “I’ve never thought you’d be my mate though I heard a lot about you.”
“I could say the same to you,” he reached for my hand and kissed it.
Though he lowered both of our hands, Alpha Garrick didn’t let go of mine.
I stroked the back of his hand with my thumb. “I’ll be the best mate and best Luna to you, Alpha Garrick.” I blinked, and the party and music around us came to life again as if our frozen moments had ended. “I have always hoped that one day, my mate will be able to save me from this hell—”
“Garrick!” A sharp sweet voice sounded behind me. A woman with wavy blonde hair and bright blue eyes, same as mine, rushed to my mate.
Alpha Garrick immediately let go of my hand and cleared his throat.
“Amber,” he immediately met her lips. They kissed passionately as if I, his mate, wasn’t there.
My sister only recognized that I was there when she noticed my bluish silver dress, a stark contrast to her metallic red dress.