Moments later,Rina The Grand Refectory was a sea of shimmering silk and false smiles. As I stepped through the arched threshold, the usual roar of dinner conversation died a swift, choreographed death.At the center of the hall stood Jaxon. He was draped in the Fenrir Pack’s ceremonial midnight blue, his posture radiating a regal, unearned confidence. Beside him, Selene beamed, her fingers laced through his arm as if claiming a prize. The crowd leaned in, breath held, waiting for the predictable romantic spectacle.Jaxon stepped forward, disengaging his arm from his wife’s grip. He didn't look at her. His eyes, burning with a frantic, desperate gold, locked onto mine."Lumira," Jaxon announced, his voice carrying to the highest rafters. He dropped to one knee, a velvet box snapping open in his palm to reveal a ring of dragon-glass that pulsed with a stolen rhythm. "The Grand Ball requires a Queen of true lineage. Forget the past. Walk with me tomorrow night. Let the academy see whe
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