----Scarlet POV----
“I, Asten Helsing, Prince of the Werewolves and successor to the throne and to King Aster Helsing, choose—”
“Asten, don’t do it!” George interrupted, stepping forward to stop him before he could complete the sentence.
“—you, Scarlet Radolf, daughter of Clayton Radolf, as my chosen mate…”
My eyes widened in disbelief. I tried to yank my hand from his grip, but he held on with a vice-like force, a death grip I couldn’t seem to break. My father stood beside him, pleading for him to stop, but his efforts were in vain.
“…and I reject my mate chosen by the Goddess to accept you as my mate and partner.”
Gasps filled the room.
I stood frozen, stunned beyond anything I’d ever imagined. My mind reeled from the implications of his words.
“So,” he said, with a cocky grin st
