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**Chapter 45: She Is Perfect**

Auteur: Barros Freile
last update Date de publication: 2026-03-31 08:52:17

**ALARIC**

The mark woke me.

Not with pain. With emptiness. As if someone had reached into my chest and ripped out something essential, leaving behind a cold hollow that pulsed with every heartbeat. One moment I was in my study reviewing territorial agreements with the northern alphas, and the next I was on my feet, chair overturned, papers flying, eyes red, my Lycan howling a single word inside my skull.

*Emili.*

I didn’t need more. I didn’t wait for explanations. I didn’t give rational orders
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