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Ariana’s POV

After the somewhat embarrassing breakfast encounter with my parents, we had all gathered my father’s study.

The morning sunlight streamed through the study's window, casting a warm, golden glow on the room. My father had a solemn expression on his face, and my heart clenched with anticipation as he reached for a small, ornate box placed on the antique desk.

With a deep breath, my father opened the box, revealing a breathtaking sight—the Silvermoon Clan Alpha's insignia. It was a piece of remarkable craftsmanship, made of pure silver, intricately designed to showcase the clan's symbol—the moon, with every detail etched with precision and care. The insignia held immense significance within our clan, a symbol of honor, authority, and responsibility.

My father looked at me with a mixture of sadness and guilt in his eyes. He had always been a man of few words, and the weight of his emotions seemed to press on his chest. "My dear," he began, his voice trembling slightly, "this