Chapter 17 Torn By Hate, Torn By Fate

• I met my father’s gaze. There was a strange sense of power in the idea of making my own choice—of carving my own destiny rather than being handed off as a political pawn.
• But I know I’ve never been a pawn. And the way Alpha Azriel gave me the power to choose as if he sees me as his equal...
• “I'll consider it,” I said firmly, dragging my body to stand before everyone. My chair scraped the wooden floor.