Keira’s POV“Is she… dancing?” someone whispered.“She actually knows how to move,” another voice said, surprise woven into their scorn.I lifted my arms, letting them flow with the rhythm. My feet glided across the cold marble floor, every spin and step telling a story words could never capture. Each movement was a silent scream of pain, hope, love, loss. My body became my voice, my tears became my song.I closed my eyes, letting their voices fade into a dull roar. Slowly, I let the music guide me. I imagined I was back home, on the grassy hills under the silver moonlight, my mother’s laughter in the breeze, my father’s soft hum beneath it. I let their memory carry me.When I stopped, the hall was silent. My chest heaved as I bowed low, refusing to meet anyone’s gaze. I felt their eyes crawling over me like insects, judging, hating, envying.The Alpha King’s voice broke the silence. “Take her away.”That was all he said. No praise. No insult. Just dismissal.Strong hands grabbed my a
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