Elisabeth's POV
Murder was definitely on my mind. Specifically, murdering Jefferson Harding with my bare hands. As if organizing a wedding wasn't stressful enough, he had completely taken over and announced we were getting married tomorrow.
Tomorrow.
"Mandy, seriously, stop wearing a hole in my floor," Alana called from the couch, her voice cutting through my rage-fueled pacing. "You're making my wolf restless with all that stomping around. Maybe instead of plotting his death, you should actually call him?"
I stopped dead in my tracks, spinning around to face her. "I'm not calling him. If he wants to hijack our wedding date without even asking me, then he can marry himself. I'm sure his massive ego would love that."
"Look, I get that you're angry—"
"Angry doesn't even begin to cover it, Ana," I cut her off, my frustration pouring out like a dam bursting. "I'm absolutely livid. Who does he think he is, making decisions like this without me?"
