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"Enough!" Alpha Enzo's voice carried his Alpha power.
But Elara had heard enough. She put down her napkin and looked directly at Anthony.
"You know what, Anthony? You're right. I don't belong here." Her voice was calm but sharp. "But neither do spoiled brats who throw fits at the dinner table."
Anthony's mouth fell open.
"I'm twenty-three and running a business. You're sixteen and can't even manage basic manners. So maybe worry about your own problems before judging mine."
The silence that followed was complete.
Anthony scoffed. "Fine, I'll go. I can see some people have lost their appetite anyway!"
He kicked his chair back and stormed upstairs.
Elara didn't even look at him during the whole thing.
Alpha Enzo laughed awkwardly. "Don't mind him, Elara.
