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He growled. “That's a sign that I am mated already,” I told him. “Just for your information, I am a married woman. And you don't touch married women like that.” Again, I slapped his hand off my neck. Just then, the door banged open, revealing doctor Alex and three more men. The Rogue looked at them, then back to me. “You really are stubborn, aren't you? And you think bringing them would frighten me?” “No,” I replied. “They aren't here to frighten you, they are here to walk you out in the most royal way.”

I didn't even turn to look at Johnny to seek his approval, I just advanced towards him, watching as the one called Dorian waved the woman beside him to get out of there. She and I passed each other on the short path, me going towards him and her coming towards where I had been standing a moment ago. "Come here then, baby," the one who had previously invited me to be with him spoke again. “I still have a spare leg.” I took a seat on the sofa, next to Dorian, perceiving the aroma of an expensive masculine perfume, being close to him made my skin crawl, perhaps with fear. "I'll leave then," Johnny said when he saw that all the girls were already with the men who had just arrived.

Rage and disgust filled my body as I heard my hunter, my girl, claim to be mated to a wolf. “When my sister safe,” Mama replied, calm as rain. “Not a blink sooner.” The mages moved. The King matched them, eyes lost in Maria as if she were a prize. Mama sashayed to the porch edge and waved them off, all charm. “Y’all write if you need anyt’ing! I make coffee.” They stepped into the fog. Marie’s head turned toward us, slow, wrong, and a thin sound came out of her. Not breath. Not life.

However, I was surprised when he froze midair. The whole front yard seemed to have wind picking up around it, to begin with making my wolf turn to face the woman who I had married to find that her eyes were focused on the rogue before she set him down. The wolf whimpered before attempting to run away in fear, however, I ran toward him and grabbed him by his neck before he could. His body forced him to shift back to human before he took his last breath, I could hear Jodie trying to pull Natalia inside.

The look in his eyes as he said those words stirred something inside her and an emotion close to alarm had hit her. Since even her husband couldn't touch her without her permission, Roselle had never bothered thinking about herself as a wife or her life as a married woman. She never thought about any of that. Because she knew this wasn't a normal marriage. In fact, this was the first time in history where a Werewolf and a human were ever joined in marriage. Everyone, even her parents and herself included, had also expected that her soon to be husband wouldn't even want to be with her anyway since he already knew about the deal that he could not touch her as he wished. She had also expected t

Raglan said before walking out on his parents. He had gone to inform them of the marriage but his mother had refused claiming she was not worth being the future Queen of death. But despite her objection, Raglan had decided to marry Hazel and nothing was going to stop him. Raglan and Hazel got married two days later in a very small, private ceremony. Only his parents and a few of his relatives and friends attended the wedding. Hazel had nobody from her side present and she went through the entire ceremony with the mindset of someone signing her death papers.

I got out of my car, scanned the area briefly before juggling up the set of stairs that was built of cement half-dominated by algae. The interior was spacious, cobweb-infested, with cracked walls illuminated by a lone window high above. Dust hung motionless in the stale air. I turned and the sight hit me harder than any physical blow would have. The woman I married was strapped to a chair, clothes wound tightly around her wrists and ankles. The gag was tied over her mouth and fear simmered in her eyes as she looked at me. She was…scared…and not pretending? So, she didn't stage this?

Just in time, the man and woman pulled away from the kiss. My whole body froze. The bouquet of flowers slipped from my hand and fell to the ground, scattering petals across the pavement. The woman in the video — her face now clear, unmistakable — was Marceline. My wife.

A L Y S S A My heart thunders as the words register in my mind... I will marry her... Stephano has agreed to marry me... just like that... I watch as Mrs Valentino releases a breath she has clearly been holding, her shoulders relaxing slightly, while her husband nods once, satisfied, both of them glancing at each other before they both look at their son, then at me. I stand there, stunned, my mind struggling to catch up to what has just happened. I have not agreed to anything out loud, yet my future has been decided in front of me like a business deal concluded without my signature.