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Chapter Fifty: The Alpha's Vigil

Author: Lyanna Rose
last update publish date: 2026-06-09 00:59:17

The war room felt colder without her.

Damien stood over the scattered maps, crystal blue eyes tracing routes he'd memorized weeks ago. His fingers pressed against the parchment where the Northern territories spread across the mountains, Ragnar's domain, brutal and unforgiving. Candlelight flickered, casting shadows that danced like wolves across the stone walls.

Three hours.

They had been gone three hours, and already the bond stretched thin enough to ache.

He forced his attention to the report
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