A Mate To Three Alpha Heirs

{Elira}

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The soft morning light filtered into my room, falling across the mirror where I stood, dressed in my brand-new ESA uniform.

Tailored. Crisp. Immaculately ironed and packaged in threes when it arrived two days ago.

It should have filled me with pride and excitement.

Instead, my heart felt like a stone in my chest.

Luna Gwenith’s words still clung to me like a stubborn shadow, curling coldly around my ribs and squeezing every bit of joy from my lungs.

I barely recognized myself anymore—wasn’t this supposed to be the happiest morning of my life?

All I could think was: Just get through today, Elira. Just today.

By the time I reached the dining hall, everyone was already seated.

I lowered my gaze, offered my greeting, and took my seat—one chair away from Luna Gwenith.