DANE'S POV
The entire throne room stayed frozen as I rose to my feet.
My voice echoed through the hall:
"You want me as your king? Your Alpha?"
Every elder straightened, every warrior stepped forward, every council member lowered their head with complete loyalty.
"Yes, Alpha!"
"All of us!"
"We choose YOU!"
"We stand by YOU, not her!"
Catherine's face twisted—fear, anger, disbelief—everything at once.
But I didn't look at her.
I looked at my people.
My chest tightened, and I nodded once.
"Then hear my rules," I said firmly. "If you want me as Alpha… as King… then you must accept these conditions."
They all bowed their heads.
"Say it, Alpha," Elder Ronan said. "We are ready."
I took a deep breath.
"Rule number one—" I said slowly, turning my eyes toward Catherine.
"I am divorcing Catherine… right now."
Gasps.
Catherine jolted.
The room exploded again—shock, whispers—but no rejection. No refusal.
"And rule number two—" I continued calmly.
