My Mate Chose The Bitch Who Hurt Our Baby
My voice cut through the silence.
“Strength,” I said, my tone sharp, echoing Draven’s toast, “is not measured by how hard you strike someone weaker than you. Loyalty is not earned through fear. And obedience—” I let my gaze sweep the room, “—is worth nothing if it is forced.”
Gasps rippled through the hall. The warrior’s face reddened. Draven’s expression darkened, his aura pressing heavy, but I didn’t flinch.
I placed a hand gently on the girl’s shoulder. “Remember this,” I said to her, but loud enough for all to hear. “Your voice matters. And one day, you’ll use it louder than all of them.”
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