"Yes," Sir Morrison said, oblivious to his son's rage. "She is from a strong lineage. She is beautiful and well-behaved. She will be the Luna this pack deserves. We will introduce you after the service."
Damien felt like he was going to explode. His father was talking about a "perfect girl" while Damien's soul was screaming for Sofia.
"I don't want your perfect girl, Dad," Damien growled, his voice low and full of rage.
"You have a duty, Damien," Sir Morrison said firmly as he stood up. "Wash your face. Fix that cut on your lip. I'll see you at the ceremony."
Meanwhile, Sofia ignored the stinging in her bones and focused on the work. She moved through the garden, her thick thighs aching with every step as she carried heavy vases of white lilies.
As she placed flowers near the stage, a group of pack girls walked by. They deliberately bumped into her hips, making her stumble.
