Goodbye My Alpha (Taya and Griffon)

chapter43

Fortunately, Harper soon came out of the fitting room quickly.

Just sitting here had made me nod off a bit.

Harper called my name softly, and my eyes snapped open.

I was thankful Harper didn't seem notice my strangeness. She was too wrapped up in her dress...as she should be. She lifted the hem of the big mating dress and walked around in front of her and Damian.

Wolf shifters didn't have the same superstitions about mates seeing the dress before the wedding, which I'd always loved.

And I really loved the look on Damian's face right now. It was one of absolute awe and worship.

"What do you think?" she asked.

"It's beautiful," I gushed.

"My baby looks beautiful no matter what she wears," Damian replied, a huge grin on his face as he looked at his future mate. Harper beamed and walked over to kiss his cheek.

Damian caressed her face affectionately.

I was so excited for them. They'd been together for a long time, and they'd already gone through so much. They'd been apart while

Damian had gone to college, annet

Harper had confided in me that his childhood had been a bit rough, even though his situation was different than ours and he still had a family

and a pack.

But it definitely made him understand Harper more, and I knew that he would cherish the family they built together. They would both be amazing parents for their pups.

I wished I had found a man like Damian. Life would have been a lot easier and happier.

"Are you ready to pick your dress, Taya?" Harper asked me when the sales associate came over with a rack of dresses.

Harper's dress had cost a small fortune, so the store was providing my dress.

"Umm..." I hemmed and hawed. I was so think and pale, nothing would look good on me or fit properly didn't even want to think about how awful any of these colors would to

Hook against my ghostly complexion. "They're all so gorgeous, I don't even kno

to start..."

where

"Oooh! I'll pick!" Harper clapped her hands together, her eyes gleaming.

Whew. Exactly what I'd hoped for.

Harper quickly picked a champagne-colored dress and asked me to try it on.

Once it was on, I stared at myself in the dressing room mirror, shaking my head before walking out. There was no way Harper was going to NOT see how much weight I'd lost. Harper touched my waist. There was no flesh, only bones.

She looked at my pale face as if seeing for the first time how truly washed out I looked. She narrowed her gaze on me, her face stern. "Taya, why have you lost so much weight?"