“You have to choose, and it's very simple,” his father said coldly. “Lycans need their bloodline pure. Being mated to a werewolf doesn't mean anything, son. Reject her and get married to your betrothed, Ariel.” Jack chuckled, staring at Ariel, his betrothed, who was standing close to him. She was his betrothed, but Snow was his fated mate, whom he had come to love dearly. “There's no choice, Father, because I have nothing to lose if you're trying to threaten me with everything our family has.” He turned to Ariel and pulled her close, leaning to her ear. “You will regret this, Jack!” his father threatened. “Tell my father I will only lose everything if Snow, my fated mate, isn't with me. Understood?!”