The entire assembly of Alphas watched, breath held, as Elena stepped out from behind the table. She walked toward the center of the hall, her movements graceful and deliberate, the fabric of her gown shifting like moonlight. She stopped just a few paces from Garrick, whose face was twisted in a sneer of performative contempt."You call me a cast-off, Garrick," Elena said, her voice resonant and clear, carrying to the furthest corners of the hall. "You have spent years branding me with your failures, using my name to cover your own deficiencies."She gestured toward Kaelen, who stood silently at her side, a tower of unwavering support. "You mock the bond we share, and you mock the life we have created together."Tessa attempted to speak, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and desperation, but Elena’s gaze flicked to her, silencing her instantly. Elena’s focus returned to Garrick, her expression devoid of the hurt he had once inflicted, replaced now by a terrifying, cold clarity
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