Rebecca’s POV“You have to help me, Becca. Please… take my place. I can't marry Enzo. I won't,” Clara whispered, her voice trembling as much as her hands.I stared at her, certain the sleeping pills were playing tricks on my mind. Then I let out a dry, hollow laugh. “You’re joking. You have to be joking.""I'm not," she snapped, her eyes darting toward the door as if someone were listening. "I love someone else. I’ve loved him for years, Becca. I’m eloping with Jackson. My bags are already hidden at the border of the pack territory. I’m leaving today."The cotton in my brain cleared instantly, replaced by a cold shock. "Jackson? The Delta? Clara, if Father finds out, he’ll—""He won't find out if everyone thinks I'm at the altar," she pleaded, grabbing my wrists. "You have to do this. You have to marry him.""No," I said, pulling away, the memory of last night hitting me like a physical blow. "Enzo won't marry me. He made that very clear. Besides, I've given up on him, Clara. He
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