𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐥
Veronique slid the file across the desk. "Every suitable, unmated wolf in Wintercrest. Bloodlines, status, compatibility. In a week, we find her a mate. She'll marry him for legitimacy and bond with him."
I didn't spare the file a glance.
"And just like most hard-headed halflings..." So that was where Selene had gotten the slur. I steepled my fingers, watching her. "She'll resist. I'll ensure the mate we choose is willing to force the bond if necessary."
Zver growled low in my mind.
"Too much is at stake for that pig to have her. We achieve this by any means necessary. Even if the hybrid objects." She smiled. "It's not like she has a say. She's just property."
History was the only reason I let her speak. We weren't blood, but we bled beside each other. Clawed through exile and loss. Her father was the only reason I'd only lost my arm in that Alpha Duel. Part of Wintercrest's rebuild was her work too.
