Ashran’s POV
Father’s study felt smaller than usual. Or maybe it was just the weight of the conversation pressing down on me.
I stood in front of his desk, shoulders squared, trying to project the confidence of an alpha heir. But inside, my stomach was twisted in knots.
“We need to move forward with the engagements,” Father said, leaning back in his chair. His tone was measured, but firm. “The Council is starting to talk. These are long-standing arrangements. We can’t break them.”
“Father, I believe I speak for my brothers when I say we don’t want this.” The words came out stronger than I felt. “I don’t want to get married.”
He studied me for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk.
“What changed?” he asked, c*****g his head sl
