Penelope POV
“Silence!”
The Sentinel elder at the altar lets out a low growl. The sheer force of his alpha pressure cuts through the room. Marcella instantly snaps her mouth shut, her jaw twitching as she chokes back her rage.
The old man turns his eyes directly to me. A flicker of cold curiosity is hidden under his thick brows.
“Governor of the Rogue Pack, do you confirm your bid?”
“Of course.”
I let my lips curl into a slow, sharp smile. I look straight across the aisle at Chloe. I want her to see every single tooth. I want her to feel the mockery cutting through her skin.
“I have always respected those who sacrificed everything to protect this continent,” I say. My voice carries perfectly across the silent hall. “The Ancestor’s Fang from the Blue-Claw Pack holds immense, sacred p
