Kael’s POV"Where are the clothes I picked out for her?"My voice echoed louder than intended, even though I didn’t raise it. Eira flinched. The silence behind her thickened as she stepped aside, revealing what had soured my morning before it could even begin.Aria stood at the entrance of the dining hall, dressed in the same rags I’d ordered to be burned.The ones that still smelled like soil and forest and fear.The ones she arrived in.I didn’t let the scowl fully reach my face, but every muscle in my jaw was tight, drawn. I was ready to receive any excuse—poor fit, discomfort, hell, even allergies—but I wasn’t ready for this. A silent rejection. She couldn’t even meet my eyes.“Eira,” I said, low and clipped. “Did the dresses not fit her?”Eira bowed her head. “They fit perfectly, Alpha. But she insisted on wearing the clothes she came in.”“She insisted?”“I apologize, Alpha. I—”“She did nothing wrong.”Aria’s voice was quiet, but there was steel in it. Her gaze lifted, and for
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