was an atmosphere of oppression. Amal had spent the last few hours in her room, going over and over in her mind what had happened earlier in the day. The meeting with

what she believed to be her future, but there, faced with this

eryone expected her to accept this marriage as an accomplished fact, as if everything was already written in the stars. But for her

tired, as if the tension in the house had exhausted his last reserves of patience. He stared at her for a moment, h

horitative. "This marriage is not an option, it's a necessity. The pack needs stability

ymore. Of these words that we had repeated to him since his childhood.

t want to be the piece in this power game? » she cr

anger. But he just sighed, as if he had had enough. "It's not your choice, Amal. We never chose. I

e did not feel. "You do what's right for the pack. This marriage is the most viable option, and I

for heart in this equation. Her eyes were filled with tears that she didn't want to let fall, but the frustration

her pain. Amal sank onto her bed, her fists clenched, trying to control the sobs that were rising inside her. She felt lik

a dark coat, his dark hair falling lightly over his forehead, but his eyes... His eyes were hard, cold, almost unreachable. He looked at her for a mo

her and places a thick file on the bedside table. Amal stared at him for a moment, her eyes settling on the title of the document: "Moo

e demanded, her voice

s our union," he replied, almost indifferently. "It's formal, legal, and it states the terms

ntleness. There was no room for love here. Only for obligations, duties. And this idea made her suffocate. She looked down, staring a

oice cracking. "I never wanted this. I cannot accept..

mpassionate tone, he said, "You have no choice, Amal. It wasn't me who decided that. Neither you nor I have control. But there is no

reality that he seemed to have integrated a long time ago. There was no room for rebelli

voice shaking. "I have to agree to th

in her eyes. Then he nodded slowly. "Yes," he replied, emotion

file, her hands trembling as she grasped the contents. The sig

sity. A necessity imposed by those who led it, those who controlled its destiny. And in

ice firm, if broken. "I

omfort. It was an act of submission, and in his eyes she saw a sadness that