Kestrel's POV
"You're fu¢k!ng mad!" I scream at my brothers with my voice echoing through the smoke-filled ballroom. The heat is becoming unbearable, sweat beading on my forehead and making the heavy wedding dress cling to my skin. "Leave me alone!"
Marcus tightens his grip on my left arm, his claws digging into the delicate silk of my sleeve. "There's only one way for you to leave here little sister," he snarls, "And that's for your pretty boy to pay the exact amount of money and investment Alpha Malik was supposed to pay."
Father paid good money for this arrangement," Damien adds, his breath hot against my ear. "You think we're just going to let you walk away?"
I struggle against their hold, but they're both bigger and stronger than me. The beautiful white gown that was supposed to m
