I Left Before He Learned My Worth novel Chapter 43

**TITLE: I Left Before He Learned My Worth**

**Chapter 43**

**ARIA**

“Aria,” she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. “You look—you look like exactly what this pack needs.” The sincerity in her eyes made my heart flutter, a mixture of hope and trepidation swirling within me.

“Is everything ready?” I inquired, surprised by the calmness that enveloped my voice. It felt steady, almost resolute, as if I were already stepping into the role I was destined to play.

“Almost. The ceremonial clearing is prepared, the guests are assembled, and the guards are in position,” Nina replied, her tone even, but I could sense the weight behind her words. “Ivory finished the security arrangements an hour ago and is currently doing final preparations with Kael.” Her expression shifted slightly when she mentioned Ivory; I noticed a flicker of something—perhaps concern or a veiled warning. “He’s still in human form. Stable. Ready.”

“And Damon?” I asked, my heart racing at the mere mention of his name.

“No sign of him yet. But we’re prepared if he shows up. Extra patrols on all borders, guards stationed throughout the ceremony site. If he tries to interrupt, we’ll handle it.” Her confidence was reassuring, yet the knot of anxiety in my stomach tightened at the thought of facing Damon again—tonight, during the most significant ceremony of my life.

“It’s time,” Nina said softly, her voice laced with encouragement. “Are you ready?”

Was I? Ready to bond with an Alpha I was still learning to know? Ready to assume the mantle of Luna for a pack that was still grappling with my presence? Ready to confront whatever challenges the night would bring?

Images flooded my mind—the children at the spring falls, their innocent faith that I would remain with them. Kael, standing on unsteady legs, reaching out to touch my face with wonder blazing in his eyes. The letters from neighboring Alphas cluttering my desk, acknowledging my position yet questioning my worthiness. Each memory fueled my determination.

“Yes,” I declared, lifting my chin with newfound resolve. “I’m ready.”

The girls flitted around me like butterflies, making the final adjustments to my gown, ensuring that every detail was perfect. They checked my jewelry, making sure it sparkled just right, and smoothed my hair into place. Then they stepped back, their faces a blend of excitement and nerves that mirrored my own tumultuous emotions.

“You’re going to be amazing,” Emma said impulsively, wrapping her arms around me in a quick hug. “Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

I returned her embrace, grateful for her support, even from someone who had been speculating about Ivory just hours earlier.

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