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Elara 'I'll f*****g kill him,' Khai roars through the mind link. He knows I don't want my parents to know I'm in pain. That's why he didn't speak louder. His wolf is going crazy right now. I grip his hand painfully. "Um, Mom, Dad. I should leave. I forgot I had one last fitting with Stan at LaCroix fashion house," I tell them. "Elara, you hardly touch your food these days. No, stay and finish eating while I watch you," Mom gives me a stern look. I frown. "Mama," I say sweetly, as I did when I was a child, " I ate plenty, please. I can't wait to wear my wedding dress," I force a smile through the pain. It's all she needs to let me go. "I'll drive her," Khai says. We stand up and quickly leave before they notice something is wrong. I fall to the ground once I'm out of s