POV: Nyxara
Asheron presented the documents with the flourish of someone who'd rehearsed this moment countless times. Yellowed parchment, sealed with my father's mark and written in my mother's elegant handwriting.
Elder Thaddeus examined them carefully, his weathered face grave. "These are legitimate. A betrothal contract signed nineteen years ago, binding Nyxara of Moonveil to Asheron Moonshadow upon her eighteenth birthday."
"That's impossible," Veyr growled. "She's already mated. To three Alphas. The bonds supersede any contract."
"Actually," Asheron said calmly, his violet eyes never leaving mine, "according to ancient pack law, pre-existing contracts take precedence over mate bonds discovered after the contract date. The bonds don't invalidate the agreement."
"Like hell they don
