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The dress felt… wrong.
Too heavy. Too elegant. Too important for someone like me.
I stared at my reflection, barely recognizing the girl looking back.
The fabric clung to my body perfectly, dark and fitted, the kind of clothing that didn’t ask for attention—it demanded it.
My hair had been fixed. My face cleaned.
Transformed.
But none of it changed what I felt inside.
Lost. Displaced. Trapped.
“Hurry up,” the first woman snapped. “He’s waiting.”
My stomach dropped.
He.
The moment I stepped out of the room, the pull hit me again.
Stronger.
Sharper.
Unavoidable.
I stopped mid-step, my breath catching.
“Move,” the second woman muttered impatiently behind me.
I forced my legs forward.
One step.
Then another.
Even as every instinct told me to turn around.
The closer we got, the heavier the air became.
Voices echoed ahead,low, controlled, powerful.
Not casual conversation.
This was something else.
When we reached the large double doors, the guards standing beside them straightened immediately.
They didn’t look at me.
They looked past me.
Like I didn’t matter.
The doors opened.
And everything went silent.
The room was massive—far larger than anything I had seen before.
A hall.
No… a court.
Dozens of wolves stood inside, all positioned with clear hierarchy. Warriors. Elders. High-ranking members.
Every single one of them turned to look at me.
Judging.
Calculating.
Watching.
My chest tightened.
At the far end of the room… he stood.
Alpha Darius.
Even from a distance, he commanded everything.
Seated at the front, one hand resting casually against the arm of his chair, his posture relaxed—but his presence was anything but.
This wasn’t a man who needed to prove power.
He was power.
My feet slowed.
“Keep walking,” the woman behind me whispered sharply.
I obeyed.
Because right now, stopping would only make it worse.
Each step echoed louder than it should have.
Or maybe that was just my heartbeat.
When I finally reached the center of the room, I stopped.
Because I didn’t know what else to do.
Silence stretched.
“She’s the one?”
The voice came from somewhere to my left.
Disbelieving.
“That’s what he chose?” another added, quieter but no less sharp.
Heat burned through me.
Not embarrassment.
Not anymore.
Something else.
Something harder.
I lifted my chin slightly.
If they expected me to crumble…
I wouldn’t.
A slow clap echoed through the hall.
All eyes shifted forward.
Darius stood.
The movement alone was enough to silence every whisper instantly.
He stepped down from where he had been standing, his gaze fixed on me the entire time.
Unblinking.
Focused.
My pulse quickened.
Not fear.
Not entirely.
Something deeper.
He stopped in front of me.
Close enough that I could feel that same overwhelming pull tighten inside my chest.
Stronger.
More intense than before.
His eyes dropped briefly,again,to my neck.
Then back to my face.
Satisfied.
“She will stay,” he said.
That was it.
No explanation.
No discussion.
But the room reacted instantly.
A ripple of tension moved through the crowd.
“With respect, Alpha” someone started.
Darius didn’t even look at him.
“Do you question me?”
The temperature in the room dropped instantly.
“No,” the man said quickly, lowering his head. “Of course not.”
Silence returned.
Heavy.
Absolute.
Darius’s gaze returned to me.
And for the first time
There was something almost… amused in his expression.
“Speak,” he said.
My brows furrowed slightly.
“About what?”
A faint smirk touched his lips.
Like he had been expecting that answer.
“Your name,” he said.
Oh.
Of all the things I had expected… that wasn’t one of them.
For a second, I hesitated.
Then
“…Lira.”
The name felt strange leaving my lips.
Like I was introducing someone I no longer recognized.
“Lira,” he repeated slowly.
The way he said it…
It didn’t sound like a name.
It sounded like a decision.
A claim.
His gaze hardened slightly as he looked back at the others.
“Remember it.”
No one spoke.
No one moved.
But the message was clear.
They didn’t have to accept me.
They didn’t have to like me.
But they would acknowledge me.
Because he said so.
My chest tightened again.
Not with fear this time.
With something far more dangerous.
Because for the first time since the rejection…
I wasn’t invisible.
And that terrified me in a completely different way.
Darius stepped back slightly, his expression returning to that calm, unreadable mask.
“Take her away,” he said.
Just like that.
Like I was both important…
And not.
As the women moved to guide me out again, I couldn’t stop myself.
“Why?” I asked.
The word slipped out before I could think.
The entire room seemed to pause.
No one questioned him.
No one spoke out of turn.
And yet…
I just had.
The women beside me stiffened.
I braced myself.
But Darius didn’t react the way I expected.
He didn’t get angry.
Didn’t raise his voice.
Instead…
He looked at me.
Really looked at me.
And then he said
“You’ll understand soon enough.”
Not a threat.
Not a warning.
A promise.
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