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HARRYS POV

I stormed away from the halls instantly. My breath locked in as I got into my room, resting on the door.

This can't be. I thought I had escaped his sneer. But it seemed I was about to start another endless loop, one that I could not afford.

Memories rushed into my mind. As I tried to bring my mind to a steady calm. However, the air was disrupted when my father stepped in.

"You could have easily told me that you didn't want this... Rather than disgracing the whole of the were-dog talk." He was outraged and my chuckle seemed so much out of place.

"You speak like I have any choice in the matter.

And dad, you started everything when you broke our agreement. I agreed to get married to Princess Aurora and the tiger clan if my memories serve me right. Not someone from the royal Dragon Clan. Or is there any explanation that I should get now!"

"Sorry if I could get to you to inform you that there was a last-minute change in plan.

The Dragon Clan made their intentions known. And as the most powerful Clan in the supernatural world, pardon me if I readily accepted their offer." My father shot back.

I couldn't be angry. Somehow, a part of my mind told me that rotten soul had something to do with all of this. But the question remained, what did he possibly want to get in all this?

"Look Harry. This's our one chance to be liberated. If we become related to the Dragon Clan, no other Clan would dare to trouble us.

And besides, Princess Aurora was never known to you. I don't see why there would be any reluctance with Princess Helena. Expect there's something you aren't telling me." His eyes peaked with curiosity.

That was the part of my father that I could not afford a bit. I drew a deep breath.

I could not be afraid anymore rotten soul. And this had nothing to do with him.

"I just wished you would not hold back information vital to my future away from me again!" I ended.

My outburst had led the Dragon family away and the signing had to be fixed for another time.

Browsing through my phone, a message popped up.

"Hello, potential husband. We need to meet and discuss this thing that we are being thrown into. The place is Crescent Cafe. 5 pm. I don't expect you to be late." The wasn't oblivious of the sarcasm that laced the message.

It was obviously from the overpampered princess, Helena.

Her tone was rather off-course. But her intent was mutual with mine.

"5 it is then," I muttered a silent response.

She was already sitting, tapping her feet impatiently on the floor. On the table were two cups of hot chocolate. I frowned.

"Biology should tell you that I am a were-dog. And chocolate cannot kill me. Though it can rather be a pain in the ass." I brushed past her offensive gesture and sat.

"Talking about pains in the ass. Let's cut the chase. This marriage is worse than a pain in the ass."

I could barely listen to her. The one that I both loathed and feared walked right in, making his way straight up to our table.

My face gripped into a frown as I inquired. "What is he doing here?" I grumbled.

"My brother here is a law graduate. I don't want any of this meeting sipping off to my father. And I need it to be official and legal too.

He's the only one that I trust." She explained.

Evening without staring at Damon, I could tell that he had a smirk on seeing me all worked up.

I wasn't going to let him see me being vulnerable to him. I shifted my stare away from him.

"So where were we? I don't want this marriage, Little Dog. I have a boyfriend who I intend to have a future with.

So if you think you can have your hands on places that you have no hand all because of this... Get ready to get disappointed."

My gaze didn't slip. Still non-chantant and expressionless.

"Don't think too highly of yourself. I have never been among the many of your many suitors or admirers. Obviously after your father's money." I returned, hating her arrogance.

There was a pinch on her inside. There was something about the smirk on his face of Damon right now like he was happy about my grand revelation.

He sees me as less than his sister. Like every other person from the Dragon clan.

"Fine. It makes things easier for all of us."

"So I'm proposing. Let's sign a contract of our own. Since this is the first, it would be valid over any other.

We would draw up a prenuptial contract. It's predicted that this war would last only three years.

So our marriage would only last that long. Your little Clan is protected and my father gets whatever he wants out of this.

During this period. We would not love each other and only put up a show to the outside world.

No prying into each other's private life. And we can do whatever we want. If you want any other remuneration, state it now." Princess Helena's eyes were keen with every single word that she spoke.

At least, she had got somebody to love her.

"Fine by me." I ended.

She hesitated. I gave in too easily, contrary to what she must have thought before calling up for this meeting.

"What do you think brother."

We both turned to him. All the while, he had been basking in his happiness while watching us silently.

"It's perfect!" He announced.

There was something in his eyes when he said those words. I could swear to it. And if there is anything I had known about Barnabas over the past five years, he always had a sinister plan going on in that head of his.

But this wasn't even about him. Why is he so interested.

"We will get the contract ready and send your copy to sign tonight." We finalized.