OCTAVIA'S POV
"You can't be serious. Does a wedding look like a joke to you? Something you can have fun with?" he asked, with rage, and I was not too bothered one bit. Since he took as much time as he could to pluck out his aggression at me, he could as well have fun doing whatever it was he f*****g deemed fit for all I cared. I sighed out loud, feeling a little worried, and bothered down to the bits.
"Does this look fun to you?" He asked again. I didn't like how much he kept pressing at the words fun; he was pissed; he felt all over his head. I knew, but he could not just walk over me and expect me to remain seated, lips sealed.
"Freya … "
"get out!" Alpha Bjorn snapped at Nickolai, cutting into his words.
"I was only trying."
"I want to hear nothing of your words, Nic
