I Left Before He Learned My Worth novel Chapter 47

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

**Chapter 47**

**ARIA**

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“Enough,” I declared, my voice cutting through the tension like a knife as I stepped forward, even though Nina’s grip on my arm was firm, almost pleading. “Kael, that’s enough. He’s beaten.”

Across the clearing, Kael’s golden eyes locked onto mine, and in that moment, I could see the internal battle raging within him. The primal wolf, fierce and unyielding, was at war with the man who still clung to the remnants of reason. The desire to kill, to eradicate the threat that Damon posed, clashed violently with the need to uphold honor and the law.

*He hurt Ivory,* Kael’s mental voice was a growl, raw and filled with anguish. *He attacked during a sacred ceremony. He deserves death.*

*He deserves justice,* I countered, my heart pounding in my chest as I moved closer, even though every instinct screamed at me to retreat from the Alpha in full battle mode. *Council justice. A formal trial. Don’t let him turn you into the monster he’s become.*

The moment my words reached him, I felt a shift. Kael’s wolf recoiled at the comparison, and I sensed his human consciousness reasserting its grip over the raging storm of battle fury.

With deliberate slowness, Kael stepped back from Damon, who lay crumpled on the ground, gasping for breath. I could see him clutching his throat, where Kael’s teeth had pressed hard but not broken through the skin. When his eyes met mine, I saw a flicker of something broken—something that had finally succumbed to defeat.

“Aria,” he rasped, his voice strained and desperate. There it was again, the pleading tone that had haunted me too many times before. “Please. I love you. I’ve always loved you. Don’t do this. Don’t choose him over me. We could—”

“No,” I interrupted, my voice ringing with a strength I didn’t know I possessed. “We couldn’t. Not now. Not ever. You made your choice years ago, Damon. You chose Sera. You chose duty and politics over me. And then, when I finally moved on, you decided you wanted me back—not because you love me, but because you can’t handle losing. Because your pride can’t accept that I chose someone else.”

“That’s not true,” he protested, struggling to prop himself up on one elbow, desperation etched across his features. “I do love you. I see it now. I see how much I need you—”

“You need to possess me,” I shot back, my voice steady and unwavering. “There’s a difference. You imprisoned your Luna and your mate, Damon. You hurt a woman who only tried to help me—to help us. You stormed a sacred ceremony with violence and threats. That’s not love. That’s obsession. And I want nothing to do with it.”

Turning to the guards, I let my voice take on the authority of a Luna issuing a command. “Take Alpha Cross and his wolves to the dungeons. They will remain there until the Council convenes to try them for their crimes—attacking during a bonding ceremony, assaulting a pack member, threatening a newly bonded Luna.”

The guards moved with immediate precision, their respect for my authority evident in the swiftness of their actions. Damon attempted to resist, to argue his case, but he was outmatched and defeated. His wolves surrendered without much fight; they had witnessed their Alpha’s downfall and understood the futility of continuing this battle.

As they were led away, Damon cast one last, lingering look back at me. “This isn’t over, Aria. We’re fated mates. The bond between us—it doesn’t just disappear because you put some other Alpha’s mark on your neck.”

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