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It was a set up

Author: Livite
last update publish date: 2026-01-23 05:58:40

Nyx’s POV

My throne room is never warm. Today it felt like a freezer. I sat on my big black chair, back straight as a knife. My hands rested on the arms. My claws were out just a little, scratching the stone. I’d put on my fighting leathers. No more soft clothes. I was the Alpha now. Ready to judge.

The doors creaked open. Lyra walked in.

For a second, my heart stuck in my throat. She looked… awful. Like something the forest coughed up. Her hair was a nest of dirt and twigs. What was left of he
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  • Lusting After the alpha queen    it changed everything

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  • Lusting After the alpha queen    one thing at a time

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  • Lusting After the alpha queen    not anymore

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  • Lusting After the alpha queen    one thing at a time

    Nyx's POVThe fortress felt different when we came back through the gates.Not the stone. Not the towers or the layout or any physical thing. Something in the air — the pack-bond shifting, a collective exhale I could feel from every wolf on the property. Silas's hostages recovered. The leverage gone. The particular tension of *what if he uses them* lifting from the atmosphere.The guards at the gate bowed when I walked through.Not the bow I'd spent fifteen years cultivating. Not the bow of fear or political necessity or the careful deference of people managing a powerful person they didn't entirely trust. This was the other kind. The kind you give someone you've decided to follow because you've watched them do something real.I walked past it without comment.Senna fell into step beside me in the main corridor. She'd been quiet on the drive back — not shut down, just processing. She was a woman who processed in silence and then had very precise things to say on the other side of it.

  • Lusting After the alpha queen    Prodigal daughter

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  • Lusting After the alpha queen    Silly human

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  • Lusting After the alpha queen    Stay with me tonight

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  • Lusting After the alpha queen    You came back for more

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