Malrik POV

“Wait what? Father-in-law?”

The words slipped out before I could stop them, raw and disbelieving. They struck the air like a slap, and I turned sharply toward the Chairman, my eyes narrowing.

“What the hell are you talking about?” I demanded. “I don’t remember marrying Zenovia.”

The Chairman met my gaze without flinching, his composure as steady as his tone.

“Yes, Alpha Everston,” he confirmed, voice firm yet calm. “The marriage rites were fulfilled by ...