No. I wasfucked.
I smoothed the puffy, tulle skirt on my dress. It didn’t need smoothing, but I needed to do something with my hands. “I could refuse to say the vow.”
“You could. But I’ll be holding the knife a few feet away from you.”
“You won’t kill me.”
“If the alpha can’t have you, he wants you dead,” my dad said bluntly. “If I kill you, I still get the money.”
I was surprised by that.
I shouldn’t have been. I hadn’t ever mattered to my dad as more than a bargaining chip.
Maybe he would kill me.
But maybe it would be better to be dead than to be the alpha’s mate.
There was a light knock at the doorway. My fiance’s mother looked into the room, taking in my appearance.
“You’re stunning, Madi,” she cooed.
“It’s Madison.” My voice was hard.
There was only one person who called me Madi. And he only did it to get under my skin. Even if it had become something a little more than that over the week we spent in the cabin together.
“You can call her whatever you want,” my dad assured the woman.
She smiled. “Of course I can.”
I clenched my fists.
My claws were threatening to come out.
Maybe attacking my future mother-in-law would get me out of the wedding somehow.
Then again, the woman would probably tear my throat out if I did. Which sounded like a shitty way to die.
I spun back to the mirror.
Biting my cheek, I stopped myself from asking if there had been any word from Bo or any sign of him.
There hadn’t been.
I knew that.
He didn’t want anything serious. Not even a little. Coming after me would’ve been a death sentence, so he wasn’t going to.
I was on my own.
And my own wasn’t getting my ass out of this wedding. Not even maybe. Not anymore. I’d waited too long to run, and a witch—or just my car—had conspired against my escape.
Nausea cramped my stomach.
“It’s time.” My dad gestured for the door.
I stepped past him. My emotions seesawed between terror and panic.
This was it.
