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Chapter One-Hundred and Ten: The Alpha's Command

Author: Lyanna Rose
last update publish date: 2026-07-10 22:14:31

Natasha woke to the faint smell of ink and parchment. The space beside her was empty, the bedroll still warm where Damien had been, and she could hear the quiet rustle of papers being unrolled at the low table across the tent. She sat up slowly, her shoulder protesting with a dull, throbbing ache that radiated down her arm, and found him already dressed, hunched over a sprawling map weighted at the corners with a dagger and two smooth stones.

"You could have woken me," she said, her voice rough
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