Tehila's POV Cousin? Arranged mating? The words did not make sense together and I stared at the stranger standing beside his luxury car like he owned the world. Tall, dark-haired, classically handsome in a way that belonged on magazine covers. His suit probably cost more than everything I owned combined and he carried himself with the casual arrogance of someone who had never been told no. "I am Marcus Stone, Alpha of the Silvercrest pack." His voice was smooth, confident, utterly sure of his welcome. "Your grandmother arranged our union years ago. I am here to collect my bride." My bride. Like I was a package waiting for pickup. "I am not your bride," I said flatly, my voice cutting through the morning air. "Details." Marcus waved his hand dismissively, like my entire personhood was a minor technicality. "Our grandmothers were sisters, making us cousins through the maternal line
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