Luke Callisto

An older man steps forward and you recognize him as Francis Callisto, the current leader of the Solar Silence pack. You don't know much about him, no one really does, but he's powerful and the side he picks in fights are typically the victors. He's dressed in a suit and tie, looking everyone ounce of the professional business man he is.

"Khayone." he says, his voice sounding bored, "It is nice to see you again."

"It's an honor to be in your presence." he said, the lie obvious to you and, you assume, your hosts.

"Let us get to business, shall we?" he suggested, turning his attention to you, "You are Rowan Meadows? Son of Manuel Meadows?"

You nod nervously. "That I am." you say, surprised at how quiet your voice is.

The room is silent as Francis comes over, circling you. It's embarrassing and degrading, treating you more as livestock than an actual person. He pokes and prods and even grabs your ass. You barely restrain yourself from hitting the man.

"He will do." he says after a moment, "Luke, come forward and meet your submissive."

The man who comes forward is practically a carbon-copy of his father. Bright blonde hair, light blue eyes, and cheekbones sharp enough to cut metal. He looks just as uninterested in you as his father as well...

"Hello." he says, his voice deep and low.

"Hi..." you say, looking to Khayone nervously.

He takes your hand and kisses the back of it, causing you to blush slightly.

His father catches your attention once more. "Follow me into the office." he says, "We can handle the legalities of your marriage now, a ceremony can come later. The sooner you are legally wed, the sooner you can consumate your marriage and cement our agreement."

This takes you by surprise. You have to marry Luke today?! And have sex with him right after?! This wasn't what you expected at all.

"Do we just have to sign the papers father?" Luke asks, "I'm sure we all have much more... Pressing matters to attend then some silly legalities. And I'm sure my betrothed and his leader would like to return home quickly."

Francis nods and motions for you all to follow. You feel sick to your stomach as you walk, Luke's hand a tight grip on your wrist.