Hailee’s POV
"And what?" I asked, my heart already racing like I already knew he was about to drop another bomb. There was a long, tense pause on the other end of the line before Peter finally sighed.
"You’ll be getting married to your fiancé once you get back."
I froze.
Then the words hit.
"What?!" I exploded, nearly dropping the phone. I stood to my feet, pacing in anger. "Peter, are you out of your mind?! I’ll be just eighteen! I’m not doing that—I will not marry some stranger!"
His voice came through the line calm but weary. "Hailee, I know. I really do. I wish I could stop it, but... you know I can’t."
"I’m not ready for marriage!" I snapped. "And I don’t even know who the hell he is! He could be some creepy old man for all I know!"
Peter chuckled under his breath. "He’s not old. He’s twenty. And he’s... well, he’s actually pretty handsome. He’s a Lycan. The heir to the Eastern Lycan Kingdom."
I blinked. "Excuse me?"
"You’ve met him before. Years ago, during one of the alliance meetings. You probably don’t remember. You were little."
"I don’t care if he’s a Lycan prince or the Moon Goddess herself!" I said fiercely. "I don’t want to marry someone I don’t know. I’m sure I have a mate out there. Once I get my wolf, I’ll be able to feel him. I want to be with my mate. Not someone chosen for me."
Peter went quiet for a moment. Then he said softly, "You know he doesn’t believe in mates, Hailee."
"Yeah, well, I do," I muttered.
"He thinks it’s all fairy tales," Peter added with a sigh. "To him, alliances are what matter. Not love. Not bonds."
"And what do you believe in, Peter?" I whispered.
His silence said enough.
I sank back onto my bed, clutching the phone tighter. My chest felt heavy. My heart felt caged. My life—my future—was being bargained away, and I hadn’t even shifted yet.
"He didn’t even tell me himself," I muttered. "He sent you to do it. Like I’m some package being delivered."
Peter’s voice was barely a whisper now. "He told me to make sure you come home quietly... once the two months are up."
Peter stayed quiet for a moment. I could hear the faint sound of him exhaling deeply through the line—like whatever he was about to say next weighed even heavier than the rest.
"There’s... one more thing," he finally said.
I closed my eyes, bracing myself. "What now?"
"This one’s important, Hailee. You have to remain a virgin."
I sat up straighter, my heart thudding. "What?"
Peter’s voice was serious now. "The Lycan heir only marries a virgin. It’s a strict tradition in their court. If you break that rule... the entire deal falls through. And he’ll consider it an unforgivable betrayal."
I was stunned into silence.
He continued. "He said I should warn you. If you do anything—anything ’silly’—and ruin this... you can forget ever getting your wolf. He’ll make sure of it."
My chest tightened so painfully I could barely breathe.
"I’m so sorry, Hailee," Peter whispered. "But this is it. This is the path he’s chosen for you. There’s no way out."
I didn’t respond. I couldn’t.
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