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The Alpha

Penulis: Kati Gardner
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Damascus smelled the blood before he saw it.

The scent stopped him mid-step in the corridor. Sharp. Wrong. Not just blood—Amara’s blood.

He moved.

The hallway blurred as he almost shifted form, his dragon pulsing beneath his skin. The door to their room hung slightly ajar. Cold dread pooled in his stomach.

He slammed it open.

“Amara?” His voice cracked the silence like a gunshot.

The room was empty. The bathroom door was open, steam still curling from the mirror, water droplets glistening on the tile. Her robe was gone from its hook.

And the scent, her fear, the chemical tang of chloroform, the stench of someone else, lingered like smoke.

“Amara!”

His roar shook the walls.

Leslie appeared in the doorway behind him, wide-eyed, a glass of water in her hand and a plate of food in the other.

“What happened?” she gasped.

“She’s gone,” Damascus said tightly, voice hollow and dangerous.

Leslie dropped the glass and plate from either hand. They shattered against the hardwood.

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