Alpha Damon’s hand never landed on me.
Xavier, clad in traditional groom’s attire, tall and imposing, strode over with his guards in tow.
"My woman—do you think you have the right to discipline her?"
Alpha Damon and Beta Egbert released me simultaneously.
Beta Egbert’s face was beyond pale, his eyes locked onto Xavier’s attire.
His voice rasped out, hoarse and disbelieving:
“Nina, the man you’re marrying… is him?”
The rogue king of Rogue Den was leagues above a mere Beta of Blue Moon Pack in status. He had believed himself my best choice.
How laughable. He was never even close.
I didn’t need anyone’s pity.
“Nina, why didn’t you tell us you were marrying the rogue king?” Alpha Damon’s tone softened, his earlier anger replaced with reproach.
“So we could have sent a proper gift.”
