[Alpha Ronan Thorne’s POV]The Crystalwood Ballroom was a blinding spectacle of chandeliers, forced laughter, and shallow political alliances. The air, heavy with perfume and the scent of expensive champagne, felt suffocating. We had arrived late, ensuring our entrance was observed by every key figure, including, I suspected, Vesper's surveillance team.I was confined to the wheelchair, the cold, smooth metal beneath me a constant source of quiet humiliation. The silver mask felt heavy, a mocking weight confirming my political weakness. This was the gilded cage I had built for myself to survive, and every sympathetic glance from a rival was a needle that reinforced the shame of my first Luna’s betrayal. I hated that my life, and Devon's survival, now depended on this repulsive farce."Alpha Ronan," a minor Beta cooed, bending too low, her pity thick and insincere. "It's so brave of you to attend. My thoughts are with you during this challenging time."I managed a slight, defeated nod,
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