"Continue," I instruct my contact, who's been rambling about procedural details while I processed the larger implications.

"The ceremony is set for sunset three days from now," he explains. "They're pushing for expedited processing of all documentation, citing religious necessity and cultural preservation. Several prominent community leaders have already signed statements supporting their claim."

My mind races through possibilities, calculating moves and countermoves.

"What would we need to do to ensure our claim takes precedence?"

"Well," papers shuffle again, "the most straightforward solution would be immediate marriage. If you could formalize your claim before the ceremony?—"

"Done," I cut him off. "We'll marry her immediately if that's what's required. Whatever recommendations you have, whatever strings need pulling…make it happen. I'll handle any other concerns."

"Sir," his voice carries hesitation, "there's the matter of where the Omega will reside for the next three days. Today won't count against the traditional waiting period, but the next two days..."

"She stays with us," I state firmly, leaving no room for argument. "And we'll retrieve her belongings from the Safe Haven immediately." The last thing we need is for them to use her possessions as leverage. "I assume they might try to claim personal items as proof of her intended return?"

"It's...been mentioned in some of the supplementary documentation," he admits. "There are references to family heirlooms and traditional garments that they claim hold spiritual significance."

"Of course there are," I mutter, remembering how they used every possible tool to control her before. "Have the paperwork for our claim ready within the hour. I'll send a team to collect her belongings and secure any evidence we might need to counter their cultural claims."

In fact, we’ll go ourselves.

The sound of laughter from inside draws my attention back to Kamari, who appears to be reading something amusing to Rhett and Kieran.

She looks so natural there, so perfectly at home among our pack. The idea of anyone trying to drag her back to a life of submission and abuse makes my inner Alpha snarl with rage.

"Sir?" My contact's voice pulls me back to the conversation. "There's one more thing. They've submitted statements from multiple pack members describing their...connection to the Omega. Their intention seems to be proving emotional and spiritual bonds that transcend legal documentation."

The implication –that they're trying to paint this as a love match rather than an arranged marriage– would be laughable if it weren't so infuriating.

"Let me be very clear," I keep my voice level through sheer force of will. "Kamari Prava Ahvi is our Omega. Not by arrangement or cultural obligation, but by mutual choice. Anyone who tries to interfere with that will learn exactly why crossing our pack is considered suicide in certain circles."

"Understood," he replies quickly, recognizing the threat beneath my controlled tone. "I'll expedite everything on our end. But sir...they're likely to challenge any claim we file. The cultural angle gives them significant leverage in certain courts."

"Then we'll meet them on every battlefield they choose," I state with quiet certainty. "Legal, cultural, spiritual – whatever ground they want to fight on, we'll be there. And we'll win."

There’s not an ounce of doubt in my mind because no one ever wins against me when I want something.

And I want our mia principessa.

The conviction in my voice seems to reassure him.

"I'll have preliminary paperwork to you within the hour. But sir...be careful. The father's influence appears to extend into some surprisingly dark corners."

Two can play that game.

"Good," I allow a hint of predatory satisfaction to color my tone. "That will make it so much more satisfying when we destroy him completely."

Three days. Let the real games begin.

21

SHATTERED PEACE

~KAMARI~

The words on the page have completely captivated me, drawing me into a world where Omegas find strength through adversity and love conquers cultural barriers.

Kieran's writing style is addictive – the perfect blend of emotional depth and plot complexity that makes it impossible to stop reading.