Nolan’s POV“Go on, son. Reject her.”My mother’s voice echoed through the courtyard with so much sharpness.Every pair of eyes turned to me, waiting, expecting, hoping that I would obey. They all hoped that I would bend to their worthless tradition, just like they had seen kings do before me.My gaze remained on my mother, a defiant look clouding my eyes as I stared back.I never expected that the moon goddess would hand over a werewolf to me as my mate, but trust the goddess to always humble whatever ego you think you have.My eyes remained on them. I hadn't said a word, and they were waiting. Some even looked like they were making silent prayers.But instead of saying a word in their favour, my grip on Ronnie’s hand tightened, not enough to hurt her, but enough to make my stance clear.“No one tells me what to do,” I said, my voice steady, carrying across the courtyard without effort. “I have decided… and so shall it be.”That was enough to silence them.My fath
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