Elizabeth's Pov
As the sun rose to the east, I found myself locked in a sparring session with Darius. His dark eyes bore into mine, and his movements were swift and graceful. It was as if he were a part of the very air around us, an embodiment of strength and power.
We circled each other, the tension between us palpable. This wasn't just a regular training session, it was a rare moment of privacy where I could confide in Darius. "Darius," I panted, parrying his strike, "there's something I need to tell you."
He paused, lowering his sword, concern etched across his rugged face. "What is it, Elizabeth?"
I took a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts. "It's about Jameson. He rejected me as his mate."
Darius's eyes softened with sympathy. "I'm sorry, Elizabeth. I know how much you car
