I slammed my fists onto Alaric’s desk, my knuckles throbbing with the force of the blow. "What the hell was that about, Alaric?" I growled, my voice dripping with venom. "You told me she consented. Last night, she looked like she was being marched to her own funeral! Not a damn word or look from her suggested she wanted this marriage!"
Alaric didn’t flinch, leaning back in his chair, his eyes narrowing with irritation. "That’s what Desmond and his pack showed us," he replied, his tone cold and calculated. "The Hunter family talked her up like a princess—spoiled and adored. We’ve been discussing this for nearly a year, Dom. We needed this alliance. They’re one of the oldest bloodlines. Letting Silverwood swoop in and take her would’ve weakened us."
I clenched my jaw, the fury simmering ju
