"I apologize for the inconvenience, ma'am, but this marriage certificate is fake," the registrar said, pushing the document across the desk.
Angela stared at the paper, unable to speak. Her mind refused to process the words she had just heard.
Fake?
Did the woman mean that her marriage was never real?
No. That could not be possible.
Three years ago, she had married Maurice, the Alpha of the East Pack and the man she had loved with all her heart. It had not been a forced marriage. They had chosen each other. They had exchanged vows and built a life together.
So how could their marriage certificate be fake?
"Are you sure?" Angela finally asked, her voice shaking. "Please look again. There must be a mistake."
She pushed the paper back toward the registrar.
The woman let out a tired sigh. This was already the fourth time she had checked the records for Angela.
"Please," Angela begged, folding her hands in front of her chest. "I am begging you. Check one more time."
