Alpha Asher POV
The news hit me like a silver bullet to the chest.
I stormed into the Royal Palace’s grand hall, the heavy oak doors slamming behind me with a thunderous bang. Servants scattered like frightened rabbits. My blood was boiling.
Two weeks.
The wedding had been set for two weeks without a single word to me.
I found my grandmother, Lady Elara Royal, seated at the head of the long council table with my father and mother beside her. The three of them looked up calmly as I approached, as if they hadn’t just tried to chain me to a future I never wanted.
“What the hell is this?” I growled, slamming the gilded wedding invitation down on the table. The paper was thick, embossed with gold — my name and Callie’s printed together like it was already decided.
Grandmother didn’t flin
