Fated To My Alpha Enemy
Ryker began, his voice carrying like thunder across ice, “I have chosen my bride.”
His arm pulled me closer, his hand settling on my waist with an iron grip. Not hard enough to hurt. But enough to say I belonged there.
To him, I didn’t move, I didn’t breathe. Her name is Valentina Odessa Isolde,” he said, his voice heavier now, colder. “And you’ve seen her. You’ve heard the rumors. Which means—”
He paused, sweeping his gaze across the room
“—you do not touch her. You do not question her or hurt her. You do not challenge what has already been claimed.”
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