HAYDEN'S POV
I turn my attention to the man claiming to be my bride's mate, Prince Nathan of Bloodmoon kingdom. His face is wrinkled with confusion and range.
"She is my mate, why are you marrying her?" He bellows, his voice reverberating with anger.
My fists involuntarily clench at his audacious claim, but I force myself to relax and regain my composure as there is too much to that. "What are you talking about, Nathan? Charlotte is not your mate," I assert firmly, my voice tinged with frustration. "She is not a werewolf."
The Silvermoon elders foretold that she will phase into an angel when she reaches the age of nineteen, this is madness. The elders have never been wrong.
"She is a werewolf, I can smell her scent and feel our mate bond! I am sure she felt it too." Prince Nathan in
