Malik’s POV“I hope, for your sake, that you don’t mean what you just fucking said,” I growled, my voice dangerously low as I stared Brandon down.My father stepped forward, his chest puffed out as his commanding aura flared. “Malik, watch your tongue. This is a matter of pack security and—”“I don't remember asking for your opinion,” I cut him off coldly, not even sparing him a glance.“Malik!” my mother yelled, her voice sharp with disbelief at my blatant disrespect.I just sneered, turning my back on the council table. “I’m not hearing any more of this shit.”“Alpha Malik.” The soft voice stopped me in my tracks. With slow, elegant movements, the woman in the center of the room lifted her veil, revealing a gorgeous, flawless face. Her skin looked like porcelain, and her large eyes shone with striking clarity. “It is an honor to meet you,” she said softly. Her voice was warm, melodic, and surprisingly gentle. “My name is Dahlia Sutton. I have heard many stories of your strength and
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