Too Late To Beg, My Alpha
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The room fell still.
Darryn stood tall beside me, his arm securely wrapped around my waist.
"This," he said, voice rich with authority, “is Dahlia Wolfheart. The moon goddess has chosen her for me. She is my mate. And from this moment forward… she is my fiancée.”
Gasps rippled through the ballroom like thunder rolling through the hills.
Hera’s glass dropped from her hand, shattering against the floor. Her lips trembled. She began to move toward us, fury clouding her features, but before she could get close, Darryn stepped in front of me with a deadly glare.