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Adrian's POV

The ceremony was nothing short of a farce. I could feel the heat of every eye in the room, all the pack members watching with baited breath, waiting for me to make a move. I wanted nothing more than to walk up to Mason, pull him away from Bethany, and break every bone in his body for what he'd done to her, but I knew better. The pack was watching, and if I lost control, it would destroy everything.

I stood across the room, my fists clenched at my sides, my body rigid. I could feel my wolf stirring beneath the surface, too eager to break free. My instincts told me to protect Bethany, to make Mason pay, but the logical part of me—the one that had spent years controlling my emotions—reminded me that any show of aggression now would make me just as bad as Mason.