His mother’s smile didn’t waver. “As a matter of fact, I do,” she said, her words calculated and deliberate. “There are several suitable candidates, strong, noble women from prominent families who would make excellent Luna.”
Lucian let out a sharp, humourless laugh, the sound cutting through the heavy silence in the room. “Of course you do,” he said, his voice dripping with disdain. “Let me guess, you’ve already drafted a list, scheduled introductions, and planned the wedding without consulting me.”
“Lucian, be reasonable,” his mother chided, her tone firm but patient. “This isn’t just about you. It’s about the pack. The elders and I have given this careful thought, and—”
“And you decided to make decisions about my life without my input,” he snapped, his voice rising slightly. “Let me m
