Alpha Caspian
Caspian:
“What are you doing in my pack?” Elias asked, not even turning around to face me.
I found him in the training grounds, his shirt soaked with sweat, muscles taut as he moved through a series of combat drills. The rhythmic thud of his fists against the punching bag filled the air, a steady beat that matched the frustration simmering beneath my skin.
I leaned against the wooden railing, watching him for a moment. His movements were sharp, precise, each hit a testament to the storm brewing inside him. It was only when he paused, his chest heaving, that he noticed me.
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