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"We have the best intentions with your daughters, sir."

"Sure, so good that you sank your canines into her before asking for her hand," Hakon snarled in anger.

The same feeling that had followed him from the depths of his swamp all the way to his pack.

But faithful to the promise he made to his daughters, the slaughter hadn’t started… yet.

A feminine hand on his thigh squeezed hard; it was his wife, Anastasia’s. They were all seated in a family meeting. Or rather, the accusers on one side and the accused on the other: Fenrir and Magnus.

"Lycan princes, this has really… been something unexpected for us as parents; please understand my partner," Anastasia, the realm’s Beta Centuria, spoke firmly, but more conciliatory.

She was the mother of the twins, who now stood to the side like good girls, though inside their nerves were through the roof.

"Mother-in-law…"

"Call her Mrs. Anastasia," Hakon almost barked at Fenrir.

He thought he was the better of the two because, at least, he