SIENNA’S POV

“We will discuss that after your pregnancy, but you do have to marry me in a ceremony to show the other Alphas,” he said.

His tone was final, like he’d just decided the fate of the world and expected me to clap.

My breath hitched. “Marry you?” I repeated, my voice slicing through the air like broken glass.

He didn’t flinch. Didn’t even blink. Just stood there—towering, composed, infuriatingly calm. The chandelier above him carved his jawline into stone, ...