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CHAPTER 8: THE MORNING AFTER THE MAGIC

作者: Inkbyjane
last update publish date: 2026-06-04 13:53:32

The morning sun filtered through the high, arched windows of the Alpha’s quarters, cutting through the darkness in bright, dusty beams. Elena woke with a start, her limbs heavy and her throat completely dry. For a second, the soft charcoal silk sheets beneath her fingers made her think she was dreaming. Then, a sharp, throbbing heat radiated from her left shoulder, bringing the brutal reality of the previous night crashing back into her mind.

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