Chapter 8
“That is simply not possible,” said Hannah. The old man clicked his tongue and shook his head.
“Perhaps we can come up with a different solution,” said my father. Gregory looked between us all, and then his crinkled old
settled on Chloe.
“I will take your other daughter for my bride then.” Chloe immediately recoiled, her voice twisting in disgust.
“How ridiculous!” she said, turning her nose up.
A part of me wanted to laugh. She was thrilled I’d marry the old, retired Alpha, but he wasn’t good enough for her.
“It’s the perfect solution, isn’t it? Blackwood gets to keep the money, and I get my beautiful bride,” said Gregory.
“This is not the time or the place to be having this discussion,” said Logan. Gregory nodded once, but his gaze went back to my
family.
“Very well. I expect to hear more about this soon.” The old man strode away, his cane thumping on the tile floor.
I breathed a sigh of relief. I had almost forgotten about my parents trying to sell me to that man. It was a relief to be engaged to
Logan instead. At least he wasn’t old enough to be my father. Or my grandfather, in Gregory Baron’s case.
“Thank you, Logan,” said Chloe. She attempted to reach out to Logan, but he stepped back.
“Let’s not create any further scandal on what was supposed to be a happy moment. If you will excuse us,” he said. He gripped my
hand tighter and went into a private room of the restaurant. Since the party was out front, I would have thought it would be
empty.
Instead, I was greeted by a couple of Omega women and a mannequin in the room.
“What is this?” I asked. Logan pushed me further inside by the small of my back.
“I had a feeling your family would misunderstand who my bride–to–be was, so I had these prepared.” Judging by his wry smile,
he may have wanted them to think Chole was his bride.
He had intended to embarrass my family in front of all these people.
