The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 422: Wedding prep

Cora

“Ella,” I sigh, turning to my sister, who is standing behind me with her hands clutched together, tears rimming her eyes, not breathing because she’s trying so hard not to burst into tears

“You look so beautiful!” she squeaks, and I can’t help but laugh because she looks like a little cartoon character, standing there, completely undone by the sight of me in a wedding gown.

“Ells!” I laugh, taking a few steps towards her and reaching out my hands. “You can’t do this for every new dress!”

“But you look so differently beautiful in each one!” she shouts, and then a sob breaks from her and she burries her face in her hands, letting loose. I burst into laughter at this, raising my own hands to my cheeks and taking a deep breath.

“I’m sorry! I can’t help it!” she cries and I just shake my head, pulling my hands away and smiling as I turn to look at myself in the mirror.

I mean, she’s not wrong – I look damn good in this sparkling white gown that hugs my body all the way to the floor and then spreads out behind me in a beautiful beaded train. But honestly – Ella is so much more sentimental than me. She has gotten choked up at every single one I’ve tried on so far – and they’re all beautiful but …I’m just not having the same reaction as she is.

“You don’t like it?” she gasps, scurrying to my side and meeting my eyes in the mirror. “But Cora – you look amazing – you look so romantic-

“I know, Ella!” I say, turning and putting a hand on her shoulder. “But I think the problem is that I’m not I’m not very romantic! You are, for sure, but-”

“Ohhh,” she says, frowning and swatting my hand away, “you are too romantic. You confessed your love for Roger in a rain storm! He swept you off your feet and carried you inside! You – ”

“Okay,” I say, raising my hands as I give in, “I will admit that that part of our story is romantic – ”

“And you conceived your little baby that very night!”

– I’ve never, ever been the girl who

asks, wiping away her tears. ” Why don’t you just throw you a wedding, if

the mating does matter,” I murmur, turning back to smile at myself in the mirror. My wolf raises her sleepy head inside me and gives a

standing close to me and putting her head on my shoulder as we both stare at me in the mirror. “But

turning and admiring the way the dress

arms around my shoulders. “See! You do like

her. “I always liked it,” I

in case. And… maybe the ballgown too?” She gives me

sigh and a shrug. “It’s on the

in the corner who has had to put up with her new queen’s hysterics while watching me try on twenty gowns. But while Ella speaks quietly with the stylists, probably purchasing four or five of the gowns just to

just isn’t

to do. Before Ella can come back, I slip behind the little dressing screen and take off the dress, folding it carefully and putting on the outfit that

“Can you have

the woman says, hesitant, because she knows it’s

you can tell her it was me. I promise it will be all right, but…could you

and smiles at me, nodding. “Sure,” she says. “I…I can

then, with a new spring in my step and an idea in my head, I go to give my sister a kiss goodbye. Because I’ve got

as he presses the door shut and

very, very guilty and take a step back, trying to like…melt into

hearing – instantly snaps

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