Riley's POV
My brain refuses to process the words at first.
Married.
Today.
To the Alphas.
“What?” I breathe, my voice barely there. “Married to who? Wait—what? No, that’s not… that can’t be real.”
Pacifa doesn’t even blink.
She looks at me like I’m the one being dramatic, like I’m the strange one in this situation, and before I can push myself off the edge of the tub properly, before I can even stand up straight, she presses her palm against my shoulder and shoves me back down with effortless strength.
I gasp as my body sinks into the water.
It's cold water.
It slides over my skin instantly, stealing the rest of my protest as she turns the tap fully and the sound fills the room. The scent of the water hits me next, something clean and floral all at once, impossible to ignore.
