Chapter 163
Summer’s POV
The next day.
As the elevator doors opened to the ninth floor of the luxury mall, my heart skipped a beat. The entire level was dedicated to high–end bridal boutiques, each window display more breathtaking than the last.
These weren’t just wedding dresses–they were masterpieces, meticulously crafted works of art with price tags that would make most people faint.
Elena led Aria and me confidently through the corridor, her familiar presence in this world of luxury a stark reminder of our different backgrounds.
We entered an exclusive boutique where the manager immediately approached, her professional smile never wavering.
“Miss Elena, your gown arrived by special air freight this morning. We’ve prepared everything for you…” She gestured elegantly with a bow. “Right this way, please…”
Elena turned to me with a playful wink. “Why don’t you two browse around while I try on my dress? I’ll need your honest opinion when I come out.”
“Our Elena will be the most beautiful bride in the world,” I said sincerely, meaning every word.
As she disappeared with the manager into a private fitting room, Aria snuggled closer to me, her wide
eyes taking in the magnificent dresses surrounding us.
“Aria,” I whispered softly, “when you grow up, Mommy will bring you here to choose your own wedding
dress. Would you like that?”
She smiled sweetly, as if truly understanding the promise.
I gazed around at the stunning gowns, each one more breathtaking than the last–luxurious, intricate, perfect. The sight unexpectedly triggered memories of my bond ceremony with Alexander.
I could almost visualize him standing at the altar, his eyes filled with tenderness as I walked toward him, our souls recognizing each other as destined mates, exchanging vows and marks… But reality had
shredded that dream to pieces.
“Mommy, what’s wrong?” Aria looked up, her little face full of concern. “You look sad.”
I quickly composed myself, forcing a smile. “It’s nothing, sweetheart. Mommy was just lost in thought for
a moment.”
“Are you thinking about Daddy?” she asked innocently.
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“No. Why would you ask that, sweetie?”
Her small finger pointed to the wedding gowns in the display window, her tone remarkably serious for someone so young. “Because… when I see wedding dresses, I think about weddings. And weddings are for mommies and daddies together, right? You had that look on your face… you must be thinking about Daddy.”
My throat tightened painfully, as if physically wounded. Even breathing became difficult.
“Do you miss Daddy?”
“No, mommy. Having you is more than enough for me.“she continued, her eyes searching mine.
The raw honesty in her innocent words broke something inside me. I pulled her close, inhaling her sweet
scent, taking comfort in our bond.
As I held her, my gaze inadvertently caught a tall figure moving through the crowd at the far end of the
corridor–broad shoulders, confident stride, dark hair.
My heart lurched violently against my ribcage.
“Aria, stay right here for a minute. Mommy needs to check something. I’ll be right back, I promise.”
Before she could protest, I was already moving, driven by desperate hope. I raced toward the retreating figure, ignoring the pain as my heels chafed against my skin.
“Alexander!” I called out, my voice cracking with emotion.
The man turned, and for that split second, my heart leaped into my throat.
Then crashed back down with devastating force.
It wasn’t him. Not even close. This stranger’s ordinary features couldn’t compare to the breathtakingly handsome face that haunted my dreams.
“I’m sorry,” I mumbled, a bitter smile twisting my lips. “I mistook you for someone else.”
I turned to leave, feeling hollow and foolish.
“Hey, don’t go!”
A strong hand grabbed my wrist, yanking me back forcefully.
I stumbled, coming face to face with the stranger whose smile had transformed into something predatory, his eyes gleaming with interest that made my skin crawl.
“Even if you got the wrong person, we could still be friends,my name is Greg Strong.” he suggested, his thumb stroking my wrist. “What do you say, beautiful?”
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I felt a surge of primal anger rise within me. How could I have possibly mistaken this man for Alexander?
The resemblance was superficial at best–just a similar build and hair color from behind. Comparing them felt like an insult to my mate.
“Let go of me,” I demanded coldly.
The man–who introduced himself as Greg Strong–clearly wasn’t used to rejection. His grip tightened as his eyes raked over me hungrily.
“Come have a drink with me. Get to know me a little,” he coaxed, licking his lips. “I’m very wealthy, you know. Having me as a friend could be… beneficial for you. I could help with any… problems you might have.”
My patience evaporated. “Someone like you? Not interested. I said, let. Go.”
Greg’s expression darkened with wounded pride. “You ungrateful bitch! I’m not giving you a choice anymore. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be begging-”
I drove my heel down hard onto his instep, following with a precise knee to his groin.
“Argh!” He doubled over, howling in pain.
I turned away, satisfied, only to hear him growl, “You’re not going anywhere!”
Despite his injury, he lunged after me. I quickened my pace toward the boutique, but his next words made
me freeze.
“Grab her!” he ordered, and I spotted two burly men in dark suits moving toward me from different
directions.
I tensed, preparing for confrontation. I wouldn’t be easy prey, but fighting in a public place with Aria nearby was the last thing I wanted.
Then a small, defiant voice cut through the tension: “Who dares to grab my mommy?”
A small figure darted in front of me.
My heart stopped when I realized it wasn’t Aria–it was another little girl with reddish–brown hair, positioning herself protectively between me and the approaching men.
“If you try to hurt my mommy,” she declared with surprising fierceness, “you’ll be very, very sorry!”
By now, several shoppers had stopped to watch the confrontation unfolding. The bodyguards hesitated, exchanging uncertain glances.
“Sir? Should we still…?”
Greg, humiliated at being challenged by a child, snarled, “Where did this little brat come from? You dare
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But the little girl peeked around my legs, her expression surprisingly calm as she asked, “Do you know who my uncle is? You really shouldn’t try to grab me.”
“I don’t give a damn who your uncle is, kid, Greg sneered
“My uncle is Alpha Alexander Blackwood, Alpha of the Blackwood Pack, she announced proudly. The most powerful Alpha in North America,”
My entire world had frozen at the mention of Alexander’s name. All sound faded away.
My mate’s niece? Could she possibly be Thea?
The thought sent electricity through my veins and made my heart hammer against my ribs.
