Malrik POV
“Wait what? Father-in-law?”
The words slipped out before I could stop them, raw and disbelieving. They struck the air like a slap, and I turned sharply toward the Chairman, my eyes narrowing.
“What the hell are you talking about?” I demanded. “I don’t remember marrying Zenovia.”
The Chairman met my gaze without flinching, his composure as steady as his tone.
“Yes, Alpha Everston,” he confirmed, voice firm yet calm. “The marriage rites were fulfilled by your family. Some were handled by your father. The rest by your aunt, acting on your family's behalf.”
A chill shot through me, creeping beneath my skin like ice.
My disbelief began to crumble, replaced by a slow-burning rage that coiled in my gut.
“The only rite left is that of mating and marking,” the Chairman continued,
