~ALPHA VARGSix o’clock in the morning. The pack estate was still bathed in the blue, icy shadows of dawn, but the kitchen was already humming with quiet activity. I sat atop a high wooden barstool, my bare chest exposed to the chill of the room, my muscles completely tense. I wasn't just sitting, I was hunting. My pitch-black eyes scanned the entire open-concept environment with the clinical, unblinking focus of an apex predator waiting for a prey to make a fatal mistake.The air was thick with the scent of coffee, woodsmoke, and the unmistakable, lingering pheromones of last night’s chaos. My wolf was right at the surface, his teeth scraping the back of my jaw, completely furious.Just then, the soft, metallic click of the side door echoed through the hallway.A shadow slipped past the frame, trying to move with weightless, silent steps.Ember. My chaotic, spoiled princess was trying to sneak back into the house, her shoes in her hands, her hair a complete mess from whatever she d
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