The prince turned to her, his face molten with rage. "Why you fucking bitch, I'll kill you!" Vane acted quickly, taking the prince's distraction to his advantage and lunged, grabbing the prince's wrist in his hand and bending it backwards until he heard the pop of his wrist snapping. The prince howled in pain and fell to one knee. Sarina darted away and ran to her friend.

Vane twisted the wrist even further and slammed a bruising kick into the prince's chest, knocking him to the ground. The prince heaved in breaths and rolled around on the ground, holding his wrist. Vane looked around for the king and saw that his brothers holding him. He checked to make sure Sarina was safe before confronting the king.

"If you ever come near her again I will kill you. No one will be able to protect you from the hurt I'll shove up your ass. Come near my pack and I’ll rip your fucking heart out." A soft hand touched his shoulder.

Three tall, lean men came forward then wearing white shirts with a crescent moon symbol on the sleeve.

“Alpha Kategan, we shall take over from here. Thank you for calling the Justicars. Now we have proof of your claim and your bonding will be upheld by the court. King Brunes you however will be seeing us in court. As for you, Prince Conlin, any contract you made without Sarina’s consent is invalid and giving the recent ceremony your contract is also void.”

Sarina wanted to cry, but she didn’t know whether it was from happiness or because her relationship with her father would never be the same.

"I need to say something." Vane nodded at his mate and stepped to the side. He reached for her hand and clasped it.

Sarina hesitated before her father, the most imposing man she'd ever known. Darien restrained him with his arms behind his back, but still he struggled.

"I am finishing the mating ceremony with Vane tonight. I never want to see you again. I never want to hear from you again. Keep the hell away from me, this pack, and my mate or I swear what I do to you will be far worse than what he will." He looked at her, his mouth open, but then began to laugh a deep, belly cackle.

Sarina growled, and it wasn't human. Pulling back her fist she let it fly with all the rage, all the hate, and all the pain he'd caused her, not just during the past few weeks, but her whole life. Fist connected with nose and bone crunched and gave way to a spray of red blood. Sarina pulled back, panting.

"You bitch. I should have sold you long ago. I should have—

His words were cut off by Vane’s hard fist. The king slumped against Darien, unconscious. "Pile the trash back into their cars and get them the fuck out of here." Darien nodded and the others came to help.

The prince was the hardest to get rid of, his eyes seething with anger as he glared at Alison. Sarina went up to her friend whose face had gone pale as the prince was shoved into his limo.

"What? Did he say something?" Her friend nodded absently. Her eyes getting a faraway look to them.

"Whatever the bastard said, it's fine. Our pack will protect you, Alison. I promise." She hugged her friend and could feel the waves of tension riding her. "Thank you, Ali. I might be dead if it wasn't for you. You were so brave; it was like an entirely different woman. No, not true. It was just nice to see the claws come out. They are sharper than I thought."

Alison laughed and hugged her friend back. When she pulled back though her face was still stark.

"Anything for you, Sarina. Now, go finish the ceremony."

Sarina smiled brilliantly and jumped into Vane's waiting arms. They finished the ceremony and used both of their not-bloodied hands to tie the ribbon around. After the ribbon was tied, they kissed and the pack erupted in howls and cheers.

"Tell me you love me," Vane said against her ear and hugged her close.

"I love you." He made a deeply masculine, satisfied sound.

"Good, that's good, because I love you too, lumara." He kissed her again and Sarina lost herself in him.