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Chapter Eighty-Three: The Alpha's Fury

Autor: Lyanna Rose
last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-06-26 01:02:44

The council chamber doors slammed open with enough force to rattle the ancient stone walls.

Every eye turned toward Damien.

Marcus and Gideon rose from their seats. Seraphine's hands froze mid-gesture over a sprawling map. The elder advisors drew back in their chairs like wolves sensing an approaching storm.

He didn't care.

"How long?" His voice came out rough, scraped raw from hours of pacing and planning and failing to think past the burning in his chest. "How long are we going to sit here di
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