Linda’s POV
God, I had better things to do on a Saturday morning than babysit Howard’s spoiled brat at her wedding dress fitting. But here I was, watching this ridiculous charade unfold because the man was paying me well. Otherwise, I’d have told his daughter and that insufferable wife of his to go straight to hell.
I arrived at the bridal boutique fifteen minutes early and ended up waiting nearly half an hour for those two dimwits. They thought being fashionably late made them look important. When they finally graced us with their presence, the store manager informed us all consultants were busy with brides who’d actually shown up on time.
Ella threw a full-blown tantrum right there in the waiting area. Stamping her feet like a toddler and screeching about her father’s money and influence. The manager, bless her patience, simply offered a refund and suggested another store. That shut her up quick,she was too attached to that monstrosity she called a wedding dress.
"I’m so excited!" Ella squealed, clapping her hands together once we were seated in the waiting area. "I’m going to be the Luna of Storm Valley Pack in just a few weeks! Can you believe it, mommy?"
"You’ll be the most beautiful bride Harbor Bay has ever seen," her mother cooed, patting Ella’s hand like she was five years old.
I fought the urge to roll my eyes. These two were living in a complete fantasy world.
"Everything’s going perfectly," Ella continued, practically vibrating with excitement. "Draven has no escape route now. Soon I’ll be running that company, living in his fancy penthouse, spending all that Thorne money."
"Honey, maybe don’t count those chickens before they hatch," I said with fake sweetness. "Until you’re actually Luna, you might want to keep your plans quiet."
Ella’s face scrunched up. "Are you trying to jinx me, Linda?"
"Just giving advice," I replied with a shrug. "Your situation is... delicate, to say the least."
"What’s that supposed to mean?" she snapped.
"Well, let’s see," I ticked off points on my fingers. "Alpha Draven demanded a DNA test, postponed the wedding twice already, can’t stand being in the same room with you, and oh,you’re not actually pregnant."
Her mother gasped. "Linda! How dare you!"
"I’ve got it all figured out," Ella hissed, leaning forward. "After we’re married, I’ll fake a miscarriage."


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