There he is.

Scara steps forward, a vision in pure white. The delicate lace of his dress drapes elegantly around his slim frame, a soft shimmer catching the light with every step. The fabric hugs his waist just right, the skirt flowing like clouds around his ankles. His violet eyes glisten, framed by long lashes, his lips slightly parted as he breathes in the moment.

He’s breathtaking.

Your fox instincts scream at you—protect, cherish, love—but right now, all you can do is stand there, utterly mesmerized.

When he reaches you, he pouts, cheeks dusted pink. "You're staring too much, idiot," he huffs, though his hands are slightly trembling as he places them in yours.

"I can’t help it," you murmur, squeezing his fingers. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

His ears twitch, and for once, he doesn’t retort. Instead, he bites his lip, eyes glossy as the officiant begins the vows. You can hear his heartbeat—fast, fluttering, matching your own.

When it’s time to place the rings, you gently slide the silver band onto his delicate finger, brushing your lips over his knuckles as you whisper, “Mine.”

Scara shudders, eyes half-lidded as he glares at you, whispering back, "Yours."

Then, as soon as the words "You may kiss your mate" are spoken, you pull him close, sealing your love with a deep, possessive kiss. His scent—sweet, floral, uniquely his—overwhelms your senses, and you hear the approving howls and cheers from your pack.

Scara clings to your shoulders, breathless, his body warm and soft against yours. As you break apart, he looks up at you, eyes filled with something deep and unspoken. Love. Trust. The promise of a future together.

"You better take responsibility," he grumbles. "Because now I’m officially yours."

You smirk, wrapping an arm around his waist, pulling him closer. "I wouldn’t have it any other way, my pretty little omega."

And as you walk down the aisle together, hand in hand, tails entwined, you know—this is just the beginning of forever.