{Elira}
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I knew what to say, and more importantly, what not to say.
I was no longer a child. I had grown up too fast beneath the weight of things I wasn’t ant to carry. So I chose my words carefully.
"I get to go to school, Uncle," I said, looking into his eyes. "Alpha Cyprus has promised to send ."
A silence followed.
Then I watched sothing shift in my uncle’s expression. The furrow between his brows softened into guilt... and then slipped into disappointnt.
Guilt—for the promise he once made to and never fulfilled.
And disappointnt—because now, I was choosing soone else who was going to give what he hadn’t.
Lady Maren stord toward , her face twisted in rage like the bitterness that had roots deep in her bones.
Of course, she was coming for . I braced for it.
In her eyes, I was supposed to be undoing the "mate bond ss" like she had told to—not settling into it.
"You an to tell ," she barked, "you’re moving into the house your cousin was ant to marry into?!"
She was wondering where my audacity had co from.
Her hand shot into the air, and I flinched instinctively, lifting my elbow to shield my face.
But nothing landed.
"Maren!" My uncle’s voice cracked through the room like a whip. "Don’t you dare lay a finger on her."
I peeked through my lowered lashes.
Uncle Marc stood with Lady Maren’s wrist in a firm grip, his eyes dark. But she yanked her arm free with a sneer and pointed at .
"You’re raising your voice at ? For this little ingrate who shad your daughter before the entire pack and is now snatching her rightful place?!"
I shook my head, heart thudding.
That wasn’t true. I didn’t steal anything. Not Regina’s position or her future.
All I wanted... was to go to school, to live and to breathe for once, now that I had the opportunity.
"My niece is not an ingrate," Uncle Marc said sharply, pulling back to the mont. "And you deserve to be corrected when you’re wrong."
I lowered my head. The guilt that followed tugged at my spine.
This scene... it was too familiar.
Uncle Marc defending . Lady Maren enraged. The tension ripping through the room.
It used to happen often—back when I still had the courage to report the slaps, the hair-pulling, the punishnts.
Uncle Marc never turned away from . Never.
Still, I felt awful.
If I had just gone quietly, maybe he wouldn’t be caught between loyalty to his daughter and duty to his orphaned niece.
Lady Maren’s voice broke the air again.
"Seems you’re so deep into your ’Uncle’ role that you’ve forgotten how to be a father." She sneered at . "All for this lowlife orphan your brother left behind. He should’ve taken her with him!"
I froze.
Those words were her weapon. And she knew exactly where to aim, like right now.
Tears swelled behind my eyes as I clenched my fists tightly by my sides. I wanted to scream so badly. But I couldn’t.
"Maren!" Uncle Marc thundered her na, turning fully to face her.
"Watch your tongue," he said with deadly calm. "And don’t speak about my late brother in this manner ever again."
Lady Maren’s eyes burned. She glared between us before storming past and toward the door, her shoulder colliding deliberately with mine.
I staggered once and quickly steadied my body.
The door slamd behind her, and for a mont, the air in the room stilled.
Lady Maren hadn’t cared about her husband’s presence before turning aggressive. It was as if she could no longer hide her hatred for .
"Elira, dear," Uncle Marc said, his voice quieter now. "Your aunt is angry because... this wasn’t how things were ant to go. Your cousin spent years preparing for this marriage."
I looked at him carefully.
He wasn’t justifying her. He was trying to help understand the scale of things. That the wound I’d caused—even if accidental—was deep.
"You can stay at the Alpha’s house for a while," he continued. "Until things calm down here."
A while?
My breath hitched slightly. That ant... he was planning to bring back here.
Uncle Marc didn’t understand that his house was not conducive for , especially after what had happened. And he would never be able to fix it.
Still, my heart weighed heavily with a question I hadn’t dared to ask.
I looked up at him. "Uncle?"
"Mmm?"
"About the mate bond," I whispered, "are you not... mad at ? For what happened at the clearing?"
He looked into my eyes for a long ti.
I had stolen sothing from his daughter, shattered her alliance with the Alpha family. Destroyed years of planning.
And yet...
"You can’t go against fate, Elira," he said gently. "Even I am starting to understand that."
His hands found my shoulders again, grounding .
"I’m not mad at you. None of this is your fault," he said. "This bond—this path—was chosen for a reason. So don’t you ever think otherwise."
My throat tightened.
I nodded slowly, blinking back the tears.
Then I let myself fall into his embrace—this ti, fully. Lady Maren wasn’t here.
He held . And I let him.
In this mont, he silenced every voice that had whispered I was undeserving of anything good.
The bond was permanent. It was fate. And even if Regina had trained for years, the Moon Goddess had chosen .
I bet Regina regretted taking to the clearing instead of leaving behind like her mother had wanted.
Still...
The only reason I would’ve ever wanted to stay in this house was standing right in front of .
My uncle. The one who defended when no one else would.
But today, at this very mont, I chose .
The Alpha’s house was kinder and safer than here, even if it was only for now.
All that remained of my visit today was to collect my belongings, apologise to Regina, rely to fulfil all righteousness.
And lastly, return to the Alpha’s residence with Rennon, who was waiting outside the gates for .
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