Ramsey’s POV

"Be my wife." I whispered into her ears.

Raven's eyes widened, and for the first time since I met her, she lost her composure.

“You can’t be serious,” she whispered.

“Oh, I am,” I replied, enjoying the look of horror on her face. “If you want to have any real say in this pack, it must be as my wife. Otherwise, you’re just a widow-in-waiting.”

She huffed out an angry breath. “Jaxon is alive. I don’t care what you or your council says. I’ll save him and when I do, you’ll all regret this.”

The way she said his name grated at me; it was the same way...