Lyra's PovThe silence stretches, and I'm about to be rejected for the third time in a month.Theron stands across from me at the altar, staring at me while the entire pack watches. Hundreds of eyes burn into us. The officiant repeats the question, voice steady but tense. "Do you take this woman as your contract mate?"The room feels too quiet. Pack members shift uncomfortably. Murmurs ripple through the crowd. Damon stands beside Theron as his second, his face tight, ready to step in if needed. Elena watches from the front row, her satisfaction barely hidden behind a polite smile. My hands shake at my sides. Not again. Please, not again. My wolf whimpers inside me, distressed and desperate.Theron's red-gold eyes lock on mine. I see the war inside him. The struggle. His jaw clenches so hard I think it might crack. Time stretches unbearably long. My humiliation builds with every second of silence. The mark on my neck throbs painfully, like it can feel his conflict too.Finally, his vo
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