Chapter 75
Chapter 75:
Dallas turned his head slightly, his golden eyes locking onto mine. He was waiting. He had thrown the shield — but I had to be the one to stand behind it.
My heart hammered against my ribs. Wife. It was a lie, a strategy, a trap. But looking at Braydon’s twisted, cruel face, I knew it was also my only weapon.
I met Braydon’s gaze and lifted my chin despite the pain in my throat.
“Yes,” I said clearly.
Braydon looked as if he had been gutted. “Addie… you can’t be serious. Him? He’s a monster p>
“I married the Alpha who ran toward the silver to save my life,” I said, my voice gaining strength, fueled by a sudden, fierce anger. “Not the one who hid behind his mother’s skirt while I choked on it p>
Braydon crumbled. The truth, delivered with the weight of my public choice, shattered whatever delusion he had been clinging to. He looked small, pathetic, and utterly defeated.
𝖲𝗵𝗮𝗿𝖾 𝘺o𝗎𝗋 𝘵h𝘰𝘶𝗀𝘩𝘵s o𝗻 𝗴𝘢lո𝗼𝗏𝘦𝘭𝘀.с𝗈𝗺
Dallas turned back to him, his voice carrying the undeniable weight of an Alpha’s Command.
“Get out p>
Braydon didn’t argue. He couldn’t. The command forced his body to obey even as his spirit broke. He turned and fled the room, stumbling into the hallway like a wounded animal. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving me alone in the sudden, ringing silence with the man I had just claimed as my husband.
After Braydon left, the silence weighed heavier than the clamor had. It pressed against my eardrums with a primal, suffocating force.
I stared at the closed door, chest heaving as the adrenaline drained from my system, leaving behind a cold, creeping panic. What had I done? I had just publicly claimed the Lycan King as my husband. I had painted a target on my back and welded myself to a man who was infinitely more dangerous than the boy I had just sent away.
I turned slowly to face Dallas. He was still watching me, his golden eyes unreadable, arms crossed over that massive chest. He didn’t look like a man who had just been part of a desperate lie. He looked like a predator who had successfully corralled his prey.
“You violated the contract,” I whispered, my voice trembling slightly.
Dallas cocked an eyebrow, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. “Did I p>
“Clause Seven,” I snapped, the words etched into my memory from reading the document so many times. “Strict confidentiality regarding the nature of our arrangement. No public displays that would suggest a permanent bond. You just told the heir of the Hyde Pack that I am your wife p>
“I told a boy who wouldn’t take no for an answer the only thing that would make him stop,” Dallas countered smoothly. He uncrossed his arms and took a step toward the bed. “It was a reality check, Adella. Necessary. Efficient p>