(Kael POV)
Once all of that is over, the red curtain on the stage will lift, revealing a wedding arch. Sheila and her bridesmaids will descend a spiral staircase in the corner of the opera house and walk to the stage. Sheila and I will then proceed with the wedding and marking ceremonies, which will, of course, be officiated by my father.
It is all beautiful and bullsh&t pageantry, and none of it will actually come to pass.
Instead, just before I take the stage to give my "grand speech," I will demand my father step down from his post as alpha and turn the pack over to me immediately. I estimate that there is only a one or two percent chance that my father will agree to do so. If I am wrong and he does, great — it will save everyone some headache… but again, it is highly unlikely.