Rising From Grief

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Nyra’s POV The study was quiet, only the evening light came through the window. I stood there, staring outside, my hands resting on the frame. Everything felt heavy, quiet and lonely without Selene. Rohan came in slowly and stopped a few steps behind me. “I know you’re strong, Alpha Nyra,” he said softly. “But even the strong get hurt. Sometimes they need someone by their side.” I didn’t move. My chest ached, but I kept my back straight. “Selene would have wanted me to stay by your…” I cut him off; “don’t say her name!” I snapped, turning to face him. My eyes burned. “Don’t talk about what you don’t understand. You don’t know what I’ve been through or what I’ve overcome. I can’t afford to be weak, and I don’t need a man to comfort me.” He looked at me sadly. “Leave this room,” I sa

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