The priest gulped, smartly avoiding the death glare that Alpha Thorton gave him. Compared to Alpha Thorton, he surprisingly seemed more afraid of Damon, who was still glaring at him with all the ferocity of a man who intended to kill.
"Alpha Damon Valentine of Fangborne," the officiant obediently said, "do you take Miss Dahlia Elrod as your lawfully wedded husband? Do you promise to cherish, to honor―"
"No." Damon's firm reply cut through the officiant's words, disallowing him from saying anything further. "I do not."
The instant Damon's reply was spoken, Dahlia hissed loudly. However, it wasn't only due to his reply. If anything, the events that just transpired had long warned her that her perfect wedding dreams had gone up in flames.
