|| VITTORIA'S POV ||
The air crackled with tension as Vincenzo stormed into Elijah's pack house, his anger palpable. I stood at the center of the storm, torn between the two men whose conflicting desires threatened to shatter the fragile peace I had sought.
"Vittoria, you can't stay here with him," Vincenzo's voice reverberated with a mixture of frustration and desperation. "I won't let him take you away from me."
Elijah, standing his ground, countered, "Vittoria, you have a choice. I won't force you, but I won't let him dictate your decisions either."
The weight of their expectations pressed upon me, and I took a deep breath, my voice steady despite the storm within. "Vincenzo, Elijah, enough. This is my decision to make."
Vincenzo's eyes pleaded with me, the fire of his love tempere
