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The Alpha’s library

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Sloane's ribcage throbbed as she stepped into the Alpha's library, her senses cocooned in the smell of dusty pages, bergamot, and beeswax sticking to her as tight as a promise.

Rain pounded on leaded glass windows, a frenzied symphony for this night's clandestine performance.

She had waited for months before she was offered this chance, her name inexplicably first on a list she'd never even been known existed years ago.

Her heart was a primal drumbeat against her ribcage now, a beat which str
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