Meanwhile, Vorra stood among the crowd wearing a flawless, sweet smile, playing the role of Hera's devoted friend. Yet her unwavering gaze remained locked on the bride, burning with silent venom.
She branded the sight into her memory forever, searing in the pain of the day Hera stole the groom who should have been hers.
From that dark night onward, her thirst for her stolen groom festered like a living curse within her soul. It slowly began turning her into an arch demoness who would in the future demand that her followers sacrifice grooms to satisfy her vengeful appetite… a bloody fate that would later claim Cedric as one of her many victims.
A period of peaceful calm settled over the realm following their wedding.
Half a month had passed since the wedding when the full moon finally graced the sky. That night became one of the most passionate nights Hera and Gavriel ever shared, as they finally marked each other as mates, binding their souls together for eternity.
