Denzel’s POV
“Alpha Shaw,” King Fabian began, his voice sharp with authority, “I trust you understand why we are gathered here today?”
“Yes, Your Majesty,” I replied, dipping my head. His scowl deepened.
“When I entrusted my daughter to you,” he continued coldly, “it was with the expectation that you would love her, honor her, and remain bound to her until death. Instead, you discover your fated mate, mark her, impregnate my daughter, and then apply for divorce after handing over a portion of her land to the bears. Is that correct?”
I opened my mouth to respond.
He raised a hand sharply. “It is a simple question. Yes or no.”
I shook my head slowly. “It isn’t that simple, Your Majesty. And those claims are not accurate.”
His eyes flared. “Are you calling me a liar?”
“No,” I said cal
