Amara remained in the courtyard.She watched Luca disappear through the doors, her heart heavy with the knowledge that telling him the truth had not brought him closer.If anything, she had pushed him farther away.But she could not blame him.Luca had walked away carrying years of pain that her words could never erase, and for the first time, Amara understood that loving him did not mean he would forgive her.She wiped the remaining tears from her face and slowly turned toward the pack house.She had to let him go.At least for now.Inside the palace, Luca walked through the corridors without slowing down.His expression was cold.His shoulders were straight, and his silver crown rested firmly on his head. The black coat over his dark clothes moved behind him with every step, making the warriors standing along the corridor lower their heads as he passed.“King Luca.”He did not answer.He entered the war room and closed the door.The moment he was alone, his face hardened further.Re
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