Alpha Ronan's POV
My celebration was cut short when Clara suddenly collapsed.
One moment she was pushing herself up, eyes burning with defiance, the next she crumpled to the ground like a puppet with cut strings.
The crowd's cheers died instantly.
Darius was at her side before I could move, kneeling beside her motionless form. His smugness vanished, replaced by something I rarely saw on his face—genuine concern.
"What happened?" I asked, stepping closer.
Darius pressed two fingers to her neck, checking her pulse. "She's breathing, but her heartbeat is erratic." He looked up at his beta. "Get Samuel. Now."
The beta took off at a sprint while Darius carefully gathered Clara in his arms. Despite her skill in the ring, she looked small and fragile against his broad chest.
"The infirmar
