Aurora’s POV

Alpha Frank was still trying to pretend everything was normal, even after agreeing to send me away. That morning, after the meeting about the marriage.

He came into the living room and called out, “Alpha Gray, why not stay for lunch before you leave? We should talk through the arrangements.” His voice was polite, but underneath I could hear the tension.

Alpha Gray didn’t even look at the table or the food. He shook his head once. “No,” he said. “I don’t plan to eat ...