I declared firmly, "Grace Hawthorne, hereby rejects Logan Harper," my voice laced with resolve. The hall fell into a heavy silence, punctuated by the sound of beads of sweat rolling down Logan's forehead and the rapid beat of my father's heart.
Logan's expression twisted with a mix of anger and disbelief, "Grace, what are you doing? This is our wedding day!" he exclaimed.
"I no longer accept you," I repeated, making my stance clear.
My father, Daniel, standing close by, brimmed with fury. He advanced, his face contorted with rage, raising his hand as if to strike. But just as he was about to act, a powerful voice resonated through the room, halting him in his tracks. "How dare you touch my mate?" Alpha Xander appeared, his sudden presence electrifying the atmosphere.
At the sight of the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, every face turned pale. Anger flashed across Daniel's features, and he roared, "She is my daughter, not your mate!"
Xander silenced him with a dismissive gesture. "Touching what belongs to me will have consequences," he warned, his deep growl echoing through the council chamber. His piercing blue eyes met mine, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips, then he gestured for me to approach him. I took a step towards him, feeling a shiver run down my spine.
"Miss me, darling?" he whispered, his voice sending a chill through the air.
