I Left Before He Learned My Worth novel Chapter 118

**I Left Before He Learned My Worth**

**Chapter 118**

**ARIA**

“My word,” Ivory said, her gaze locking onto mine with an intensity that felt almost suffocating. “Has always been enough for this pack. Has it not always been trusted absolutely? Why should now be any different?”

“Because you’re asking for someone’s death!” I erupted, my voice echoing in the tense silence that enveloped the room. “What you’re calling for isn’t justice; it’s murder!” The weight of my accusation hung heavily in the air, a sharp contrast to the calm demeanor Ivory maintained.

“No,” she replied, her tone steady and unwavering. “Murder is what you did to me. Or at least, what you attempted. This,” she gestured broadly, “is justice.”

“Healer Ivory,” Morrison interjected, stepping forward to regain control of the chaotic atmosphere, “we cannot proceed to execute a pack member—Luna or otherwise—without a thorough examination of the evidence. You must present your proof before we can even entertain the notion of punishment.”

“Then I will present it at the execution grounds,” Ivory declared, her voice carrying a chilling confidence. “Let everyone gather. Let them witness both the evidence and the punishment. If I am wrong, if I am attempting to frame Luna Aria, then you have my permission to end my life right there for such a heinous betrayal of our pack’s trust.”

Her audacity was staggering. Ivory was willing to gamble her very existence on the certainty of her claims.

“This is madness,” I said, my desperation growing as I scanned the room, searching for anyone—anyone—who would stand against this absurdity. “You can’t just execute someone without a fair trial! Without giving them a chance to defend themselves! This goes against every principle of justice we’ve ever upheld.”

Yet, to my horror, I noticed the pack members nodding in agreement with Ivory. They were actually endorsing her reckless proposal, as if her willingness to risk her life made it acceptable to forgo all due process.

“Alpha Kael,” Ivory turned her attention to my mate, her voice softening as she addressed him directly. “I need to know. Is your trust in me still what it has always been? Do you still believe in my integrity, as you have for these past fifteen years?”

The question lingered, heavy with the weight of our shared history. I could feel Kael’s internal struggle through our bond—the conflict between his loyalty to me and his unwavering belief in Ivory’s integrity. It was a tug-of-war that threatened to unravel everything.

“Yes,” Kael finally uttered, and the single word shattered the fragile hope I had been clinging to. “Yes, Ivory. My trust in you remains absolute. It always has.”

“Then I need you to approve this,” Ivory insisted, her eyes locked onto his with a fierce determination. “I need you to trust that I possess the evidence I claim. Trust that I am not lying or manipulating or trying to abuse your faith in me. Can you do that?”

Kael’s gaze flickered to me, and I could see the pain etched in his features. He was wrestling with an impossible choice, but ultimately, I sensed the decision solidifying—the choice between two weeks of uncertainty and fifteen years of proven loyalty.

“Yes,” he said quietly, the resignation in his voice cutting deeper than any blade. “If you say you have evidence, I believe you. If you’re calling for execution, I trust your judgment.”

“No,” I gasped, my heart racing as panic surged within me. “Kael, please. Don’t do this! Don’t let them execute me without even seeing this supposed evidence!” My voice cracked with desperation, but he was no longer meeting my eyes. He was deliberately avoiding my gaze, as if the sight of betrayal reflected in my expression was too painful to bear.

“Preparations will be made immediately,” Morrison announced, though I could see the turmoil etched on his face. “All pack members are to gather at the execution grounds within the hour. Healer Ivory will present her evidence there.”

“And what if the evidence proves to be insufficient?” Elder Thorne inquired, his brows furrowed in concern.

“Then I die instead,” Ivory replied, her voice steady and resolute. “I am staking my life on this, Elders. That should tell you how certain I am.”

As guards advanced to restrain me, I felt a chilling acceptance wash over me. What was the point of resisting? The pack had already made their decision. Kael had chosen to trust Ivory over me. In less than an hour, I would be hanging from a noose, condemned based on evidence no one had even seen.

This was how it ended, then. Not with a fair trial or a proper investigation, but with Ivory’s unwavering confidence and Kael’s unshakeable faith in her integrity.

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