Callum's POV
After Hailee walked away, I turned to Montana. My anger burned hot in my chest. The joke was on her for ever thinking I would marry her. Even if Hailee didn't exist, I would never settle for a spoiled bitch like Montana. I would never curse my unborn children with a mother as spiteful as she was. Never.
"There is no engagement," I growled. My voice shook the room. "Stop lying."
Montana lifted her chin, her eyes flashing. "Your father gave me this ring. The council agreed. That makes me yours."
I laughed, but it was sharp and cold. "A ring forced on your finger means nothing. My word is law. And I never gave it to you."
Her face turned red with rage. "You can't shame me like this. My father—"
"I don't care about your father!" I snapped, slamming my hand against the wall. She jumped at the sound. "You will never be my Luna. Not now, not ever."
Her lips trembled, but her eyes still burned. "I won't lose you. Not to her."
