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The Alpha Returns

Author: Tyson Roy
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-29 18:44:41

The café patio shimmered with late-morning light, filtered through budding leaves and softened by the distant hum of the village market. The breeze was gentle, but Aria barely felt it. She sat stiffly at her table. The sting of Lucas’s words clung to her skin like frost, sharp and cold.

Around her, life went on—laughter, clinking cups, footsteps—but she felt like she was behind glass, cut off and exposed all at once.

She focused on the daffodils swaying along the garden fence, grounding herself in something simple, something unjudging.

Then a shadow fell across her table, long and unmistakable.

She looked up.

Xander.

He stood there in black, the morning light cutting across his face. His presence was a thundercloud—controlled, but charged. He didn’t speak, just looked down at her, then at the empty chair across the table, the half-drunk coffee, the napkin crumpled in her hand.

Something in his eyes darkened.

Before Aria could form a word, Lucas reappeared, walking up with casual ease,
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