A marriage to save or destroy
Not one of them looked at me with pity.
The Master of Rites stood at the front of the hall, his long robes touching the marble floor, and right beside him was Alpha Alexander, my husband. The word felt wrong and unreal in my head. It made me regret all the times I had wished for a husband of my own. He stood there expressionless, like he neither agreed nor disagreed with what was happening. If he hated this marriage, he did not show it. If he wanted it, he did not show that either. His face was calm, almost bored, like this was nothing more than another duty to complete.