Christina’s POV
I walked over, gently took her arm, and helped her down.
"Aunt Louisa, I ca today because... it’s about the engagent."
Her face didn’t change much, but I watched it like a hawk anyway, ready to call an ambulance if her blood pressure spiked again.
Louisa sighed. "Just say what you need to say. Don’t worry, I won’t overreact this ti."
We sat.
I slid the box across the coffee table.
"This is the brooch you gave back then. Now that Niall and I are no longer engaged, it doesn’t feel right for to keep it. I’d also like the gold ring my parents gave your family returned. Let’s just make a clean break."
Louisa ran her fingers over the brooch, her expression softening with nostalgia as she traced the ancient pack symbol embedded in the jewels.
Next to her, Willow sat like she’d been sculpted from pure snobbery—chin up, shoulders back, eyes full of suspicion.
She still didn’t buy it.
She thought I was playing so long con.
Maybe forcing a breakup to win Niall back.
Louisa grabbed my hand, her touch warm and maternal.
"Are you absolutely sure about this? Niall isn’t perfect, I know. But once you break off the engagent, what happens next? You’ll be alone. Christina, you and Niall are fated mates. You’ve been engaged for four years and were so close to getting married. Everyone in Highrise City knows you’re his fiancée. They think you’ve been chasing after him for years."
That was true; I had been chasing after him for years.
"If you walk away now, they’ll laugh behind your back. You’ve got no one to back you up. Have you thought about what that really ans?"
"Mom!" Willow snapped. "She’s not calling off the engagent, she’s pretending to call it off—obviously! It’s just another sob story stunt to get a reaction out of you. God knows what ga she’s playing this ti."
"Shut it," Louisa shot her a look sharp enough to peel paint.
I ignored Willow. "Aunt Louisa, you don’t have to worry about . I actually ca today with so good news too—I got married."
Instant silence.
Both Granger won froze, mouths slightly open.
Then Willow found her voice and used it to shatter glass. "What the hell are you talking about???"
"I got married. For real." I turned to Louisa. "You don’t have to worry. I’ll be just fine without Niall. Better, even. And even though my engagent with Niall is over, I’m sure once he and Beatrice marry, the alliance between our packs will remain stable."
My wolf growled inside at the ntion of Beatrice and Niall together, but I pushed the feeling down. That part of my life was over.
Willow’s face scrunched like she’d just bitten into a lemon. "You’re not seriously faking a marriage just to break up Niall and Beatrice, are you?"
"No. Niall and I are ancient history. Whatever he does with Beatrice is none of my business."
I reached into my bag and pulled out the marriage certificate, handing it across the coffee table. "We signed the papers today."
Louisa reached for it, but Willow snatched it away first.
"This is fake," she barked, flipping it over like she was searching for a watermark. "You’re full of tricks. No way is this real."
I shrugged. "There’s no reason to fake it."
She kept squinting at it. "Wait a second... is this—?"
Her eyes bugged out.
She finally looked at the na.
"Hudson Laurent?!"
She scread it like it burned her tongue.
Then she blinked.
Then she laughed,full witch-cackle.
"Christina Vance!If you’re going to fake a marriage,at least use soone believable. Where the hell did you get the nerve to Photoshop Hudson Laurent’s na onto a marriage cert? It looks legit, I’ll give you that. You must’ve paid a fortune for the forgery."
Louisa didn’t believe it either. "Christina, where did you get this?"
Willow snorted. "Gotta admit, it’s a pretty good fake. Who’d you hire, one of those dodgy hacker forums?"
The look she gave belonged on a mugshot wall, sared with smugness and judgnt.
I ignored her and turned back to Louisa. "Aunt Louisa, co on. Like I’d forge a docunt just to get a rise out of you. Especially one with the Laurent na on it. That’s not just illegal; it’s suicide. You know it. You know ."
I looked her dead in the eye, not even a twitch.
Louisa’s lip wobbled.
When the truth of my words hit her, so did the tears. "You’re really married."
Willow flailed like soone had just hit her with a water balloon. "Mom, are you serious? Don’t fall for her crap! If Hudson Laurent married Christina Vance, I’ll chop my legs off and moonwalk backwards down Fifth Avenue."
I saw her frantically scrolling through her phone, comparing so internet image to the certificate in front of her.
"If you can prove this certificate’s fake," I said, folding my arms, "I’ll be the one doing the backwards moonwalk. With no clothes on."
Her face changed by degrees.
First doubt, then panic, then full-blown shock.
She slumped into the sofa. "This can’t be real. Mom. Tell I’m hallucinating."
"Being Luna of the Sabreridge Pack is an honor," she muttered, shaking her head in disbelief. "With the Alpha promising to run for King, his Luna would be Queen. It’s a title anyone would be envious of."
Her voice rose with each word, hysteria creeping in. "His pack is one of the largest in the area, if not THE largest! Its power is imnse!"
She looked at with contempt. "There’s no way he would choose YOU. He could have anyone!"
Louisa sniffled and grabbed my hand again."You can’t just marry so random stranger to spite Niall. This is your whole life we’re talking about..."
"Hudson’s not just so stranger," I said sharply.
I hadn’t ant to snap, but sothing about that sentence rubbed my wolf the wrong way.
Maybe because it wasn’t entirely untrue.
"Hudson’s young and good-looking and well-known. Definitely not a stranger."
Louisa dabbed her face with a tissue. "I know, sweetheart. He’s obviously miles better than Niall. I just... I’m scared you acted on impulse. Alphas like Hudson, they live on another planet. Can soone like that really treat you right?"
"He does treat right," I said, dead calm.
Which was a big statent, considering I’d barely spent more than so dozen hours with him.
But I wasn’t lying. Akira sohow purred with approval at the thought of Hudson’s protective presence.
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