My Alpha Mate Married My Sister

I keep the book for this pack. Births, deaths, who comes in and who goes out, and every marriage that has ever been made on this mountain, all of it in my hand because my mother kept it before me and her mother before her.

So when my mate married my sister, I was the one standing at the table with the pen.

The whole pack watched me write it. Every one of them thought they were watching a woman being destroyed in public and being too proud to say a word about it.

They were wrong about the destroyed part and they were wrong about the proud part.

I wrote that marriage down because I was the one who arranged it.