ORION
"What? You have got to be joking. Tell me it's a joke." My sister yelled, her voice echoing off the walls.
I reached for my glass and took a sip while she continued to yell. Avaline sat down by my side, her hands clenched on the table as she struggled to keep a calm face.
My wolf growled angrily as I heard Delora's next words.
"She is a curse! You want me to walk down the aisle with her?" Delora asked, her eyes fixed on Thorne.
He couldn't care less about what she had to say. At the end of the day, she was a fool for him.
"Do you still want to get married or not?" Thorne asked.
Delora became speechless immediately. "I—I—"
" Enough." I said, grabbing her hand. "You and I have to talk. Now."
I pulled her away from the dining table, her heels cllicking against the marble
