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Chapter 51: Enduring the First Night

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-AURE-

The door to the Alpha’s quarters closed with a heavy thud. I winced at the sound that echoed through the torchlit chamber. It was like a final sentence to our conversation.

Alpha Mason was gone, leaving me alone in a room that was like a carefully crafted cage. It was a prison wrapped in slick stone and gold and accents.

His lingering scent, a mix of pine and dominance, still lingered in the air, a consistent reminder of my predicament.

Silence descended, and it was heavy and absolutely
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