ARYA

Was this a joke? What sort of stunt was Alpha Daxton pulling? His bride? Heck, I didn't know that I was his bride before now. Anger blazed inside of me, and just as I was about to yank my hand out of his grip, a knife came hurtling towards us, the warm light from the chandelier glinting off its edge. I froze. Time seemed to slow down.

At first, I thought it was headed for Daxton.

Of course, it was. Who didn't want him dead? It wasn't even surprising anymore. The great ...