It was my turn to choke on my grilled salmon, almost as if this entire conversation is a joke worth laughing.

I felt like I’m no longer Rhiannon, the free-spirited Alpha’s daughter who’d been loved by many and hated by a few. I felt I’m now Rhiannon, the broken-hearted Alpha’s daughter who’d been thrown by her father in a sudden arranged marriage.

Also, hand me over? What am I? Some sort of a property that can be easily sold to other’s hands?

I swallowed my food and shook my head vehemently. “No.”

“It’s not negotiable, Rhiannon,” my father’s face was grim. “You will be marrying Alpha Azriel of the Moonborn...