Camila's POV
The hallways of the Blackwood Pack's estate were dimly lit, the soft glow of wall sconces casting long shadows against the polished floors. Nathaniel walked ahead of me, his stride purposeful, unbothered—like he hadn't just forced a ring onto my finger in front of his entire pack.
I followed in silence, my mind racing.
I had agreed to this for one reason—to watch Selene seethe, to shove my presence in her face like a blade against her throat. But now that the moment of triumph had passed, reality was beginning to settle in.
I was engaged.
To Nathaniel.
And whether I liked it or not, this wasn't some fleeting decision I could undo.
He owned me.
We reached a grand set of double doors at the end of the hallway. Nathaniel pushed them open, revealing a spacious, elegantly furnished room—his office. The scent of leather and aged wood filled the air, the massive mahogany desk in the center stacked with neatly arranged documents.
