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Chapter 82

Author: Sabastine
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Novah’s POV

"You don't have to deny anything just for the sake of it," she said, her voice calm but firm. "You are an Alpha-heir because you're meant to be strong—not weak, not broken."

Ashton let out a dry scoff and raised a brow. "Is this what you call weak?" he asked, gesturing vaguely toward himself—his clenched jaw, the tiredness in his eyes.

"Yes," she replied without hesitation, stepping closer. "This—this quiet self-destruction, the way you're shutting everyone out, pretending like it doesn't hurt. That is weakness, Ashton. And I know that’s not who you really are."

He looked away, jaw tightening, but she wasn’t done.

"You need to stand up and realize that you're more than this moment. You're more than what you're feeling right now. You are set to be Alpha soon—not because someone handed it to you, but because you earned it. Because you were born to lead."

Her voice softened, but the conviction in it remained.

"And I know you love her. I know it’s tearing you apart. But you’re
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