Brynmor's POV
"W-what do you mean you can't?" asked Mikhayla.
"This marriage is a mistake," I replied, shaking my head. "I can't marry you when I haven't fully remembered about my memory loss over the past few years."
Mikhayla smiled slightly. "It looks like you are still nervous. We can take a break and postpone the wedding for a few more minutes until your nerves go away, Alpha," Mikhayla said as if my words were not enough to convince her that I did not want this wedding.
Or maybe she had gotten my point but she was reluctant to accept it.
"Brynmor, what are you saying? Don't joke around," Dad scolded with a nervous chuckle.
I refused to look at him because I knew that his words would influence my decision. Jazz was right, I was not a puppet, I should not be controll
