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Mason's POV
The air was thick with triumph as I stood before the pack, watching them fawn over me, their Alpha. The bond with Bethany was now official—irreversible, magical, and undeniable. I could practically feel her resistance, her bitterness toward me, but I didn't care. This was victory, and I was going to make damn sure everyone knew it.
Bethany sat beside me, her face carefully composed but her eyes—those eyes—were a reflection of everything she hated about this situation. It didn't matter. Not anymore. She was mine now, and there was nothing she could do to change that. The contract was binding, the marriage unbreakable, and the pack would follow my lead. They had no choice.