ROVAN’S POV
Then her hand flew to her chest. “You’re serious?”
The other day, they must have thought I was joking.
Elene nodded once.
That was all it took.
Lady Vela let out a sharp gasp and crossed the room in three long strides.
She grabbed my hands—tight, bone-grinding—and stared into my face like she was seeing me for the first time.
“Rovan,” she said, voice shaking, “you have to get her back.”
Elene choked. “What?”
I stared. “What?”
My mother’s eyes were wide, frantic now. “Do you understand what this means? She’s not just a castaway anymore. She’s the blood heir to the Lycan throne. You mated with a future queen. And you let her go.”
Elene stepped between us. “She rejected him. He doesn’t have a claim anymore!”
“Then he better find one!” Lady Vela snapped.
“I can’t just waltz into the capital and drag her back,” I said, disbelief cutting into every word.
“Then earn your way back in,” my mother growled. “If she rises, we rise with her. If she turns on us—”
“She will turn on us,” Elene said coldly. “After everything we did to her, do you really think Sylra will ever forgive this family?”
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