He stepped back, folding his arms across his chest. “A pact. It’s the ceremony that binds mates together. Think of it as a wedding, but for werewolves. Once the pact is made, you’ll officially be my Luna.”
I stared at him in disbelief. “You expect me to marry you? I don’t even know you!”
He nodded, as if my outburst was expected. “I understand this is sudden, but there’s no time to waste. My enemies are already circling, looking for any sign of weakness. The bond will solidify my position as King Alpha and protect you from those who might harm you.”
I swallowed hard, my mind reeling. It was all too much, too fast. Yet the fear of defying him loomed large.
“What happens during this… pact?” I asked reluctantly.
“The ceremony is simple,” he explained. “It involves an exchange of vows and a symbolic marking to signify the bond.”
“Marking?” I repeated, alarmed.
He nodded. “It’s painless, I assure you. The mark will protect you, letting all wolves know that you are my mate and under my protection.”
I felt trapped, my choices slipping away with every word he spoke. Refusing him wasn’t an option, not if it meant putting my life—and possibly his—at risk.