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The Call of Duty

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Alejandro’s POV

The villa mornings are usually quiet, save for the soft murmur of the wind through the towering pines. I have just settled into the study after breakfast, Zenith still in the bedroom, likely teasing herself with thoughts of last night. My wolf, Inferno, hums faintly in my chest, alert, and restless. "Focus, Alejandro," he murmurs. "Duty calls."

I lean back in my chair, feeling the weight of responsibility settle over me. At twenty-one, I should have time for trivial things, laughter, love, even mischief with my mate. But the bond, the wolf inside me, the legacy of the Crownless Wolf… none of it allows me to ignore those in danger.

The knock at the door is soft, almost hesitant. I know immediately who it is. “Koa,” I say, voice steady. “Come in.” The lone wolf steps in, tall, alert, bearing the calm precision of a hunter. Even without pack ties, I recognize his reverence, Inferno has made it clear. He is chosen. My right hand.

“Koa,” I greet, standing to meet him. His p
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