Chapter 12
Third-Person POV
“Apologies for being late, Uncle, Auntie.”
Grayson’s voice was calm as he stepped into the room, the weight of every gaze crashing
onto his dust-covered frame.
Before he could say another word, Wilona’s
shrill voice rang out.
“A beggar? Judy, are you seriously going to marry a beggar?”
Her words echoed through the hall.
Alpha Simon turned, eyes narrowing in
irritation.
“Judy, I know you want to get back at me- but bringing some random beggar into your wedding just to make a point? Do you think this is some kind of joke?”
Grayson lowered his eyes, catching a glimpse.
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of his filthy, torn clothes. He hadn’t even had time to shift or clean up. After the accident- and dragging an old woman out from under a wrecked car-he’d rushed straight here.
But being mistaken for a beggar? That was new.
He didn’t bother explaining. His wolf bristled under his skin but remained still. His eyes lifted, focused entirely on the woman in white.
Judy.
She stood tall, poised, her presence luminous. But what intrigued him most wasn’t her beauty.
It was her boldness. Her defiance.
“Even if he’s a beggar,” Judy said clearly, “he’s the man I’m marrying today.”
She walked straight toward Grayson, took his arm with confidence, and turned to face the
crowd.
“Simon, meet my husband-Grayson.”
“Grayson?” Alpha Simon’s voice faltered.
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The name hit him like a rogue wave. He vaguely remembered Judy once mentioning a childhood engagement-some fiancé named Grayson. He had laughed it off, certain she’d never follow through. Certain she’d never leave
him.
And yet… here she was.
“Judy, that’s enough,” Simon said, voice shaking as he stepped forward, reaching for her wrist. “You’ve made your point. Now come home with me.”
Judy didn’t budge. Grayson moved without hesitation, peeling Simon’s hand off her like it was nothing.
“Back off,” Grayson said coolly. “She’s made her choice. She’s not going with you.”
So this was the ex. Five years together? Grayson wasn’t impressed.
He looked Simon over once, unimpressed. “And you are?”
Simon’s voice wavered, “I’m Judy’s boyfriend.”
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Grayson tilted his head. “Not anymore.”
He slid his arm around Judy’s waist, pulling her close in a protective embrace. His wolf didn’t
like the way Simon was eyeing her, and neither
did he.
Simon’s entire face darkened, rage flickering in
his eyes.
“Don’t touch her!”
He looked ready to lunge, but a firm voice cut
“That’s enough.”
Judy’s father, Freddie, stepped between them.
“This is my daughter’s wedding, Simon. What do you think you’re doing?”
Simon’s voice cracked. “Uncle, she can’t marry
someone else. She’s my mate-my girlfriend!”
Freddie scoffed, “Your mate? Then who’s
standing next to her now, dressed in her
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colors?”
He waved a dismissive hand. “This is her big day. If you’re not here to bless it, then kindly
leave.”
Wilona hissed from the side, desperate to salvage something from this disaster.
“Uncle, how can you support this? That man is a beggar. Are you really going to let Judy throw her life away?”
Freddie’s eyes narrowed-but before he could speak, a voice from the entrance cut through
the rising tension.
“A beggar? Who dares call our Alpha a beggar?”
Gasps filled the room.
A group of well-dressed men had appeared outside the hall doors, moving in perfect formation. Suits sharp. Postures stiff with discipline. Wolves-powerful ones-every one of them radiating strength and loyalty.
The crowd stared, stunned.
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Even Judy blinked in disbelief. She turned to the dusty, road-worn man beside her. Was this… the real Grayson?
“He’s the Alpha of the Silver Claw Pack?” someone whispered.
“Strongest Alpha of his generation,” another added in awe. “And still so young…”
“More impressive than Simon ever was,”
someone muttered.
Alpha Simon stood frozen, eyes locked on Judy, heart pounding.
“No,” he whispered, shaking his head. “This can’t be real. Judy-you promised you’d only
ever marry me.”
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