Ariana
"You expect me to believe this? To accept that my own daughter has defied everything our clan stands for?" His voice trembled with a mix of anger and hurt, his eyes narrowing as he regarded us with suspicion.
Lucas stepped forward, his voice strong and unwavering. "We didn't plan for this, but our love is real. Our child is a symbol of that love, and she deserves to be raised in an environment where she's accepted and loved for who she is."
My father's gaze hardened, his lips curling into a sneer. "Accepted? Loved? In the Blood Moon Clan? You've lost your senses, Ariana. This can never be."
His words cut through me like a knife, a painful reminder of the deep-rooted animosity that existed between our clans. But I couldn't back down, not when the happiness and well-being of our c
