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~Elara's POV
I stayed in my shield, watching them through the walls of the palace. Ronan's voice carried, low and rough with anger. "I can't… I can't lose her without putting up a fight," he said, and I could feel the tension, even through the distance.
Lira scoffed beside him. "Do you really love her that much? Enough to go against someone like Alpha Darlon?" Her voice was sharp, dripping with both doubt and challenge.
"I do," he snapped. "I love her more than anything. I can't let her go to him without trying."
"You're so stupid," Lira said, her tone almost a hiss. "You know how dangerous that is. Going against Alpha Darlon is like planning your own death. You think you can win?"
"I have to try," Ronan said, frustration and pain mixed in his words. "Tell me what to do. Tell me how to make her see that I'm the one she should be with."
