JILTED LUNA, CLAIMED BY THE ALPHA KING
Driven by a hunger for vengeance, I pressed the nib to the paper.
In elegant, sweeping cursive, I signed my name: Aurora Vale.
Right next to it, Ronan’s dominant signature was already dried in bold black ink.
Was he seriously already prepared for this? But how?
The notary trembled as he raised a steel seal, slamming it down onto the document. The magical, binding energy flared faintly across the paper, sealing the legal bond.
It was done. I was a married woman.
Ronan looked down at the document, his expression entirely unreadable, though a dark satisfaction flickered in the depths of his silver eyes. He turned to the guards waiting at the door.