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Morning after

作者: Esteria
last update 公開日: 2026-03-30 22:54:46

(Aria POV)

I wake up staring at an unfamiliar ceiling. Plain white, one faint water stain shaped like a lopsided heart near the corner. For maybe four seconds my brain is blissfully blank. Then memory crashes in: Lena safe, Damon in the house, last night’s almost-apology still sitting heavy in my chest.

I sit up too fast. The borrowed T-shirt twists around my ribs. I yank it straight, swing my legs over the side of the bed, and press bare feet to cold hardwood.

The safe house is quiet. Too quie
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  • THE ALPHA UNCONTROLLABLE MATE    Moving pieces

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  • THE ALPHA UNCONTROLLABLE MATE    Morning after

    (Aria POV)I wake up staring at an unfamiliar ceiling. Plain white, one faint water stain shaped like a lopsided heart near the corner. For maybe four seconds my brain is blissfully blank. Then memory crashes in: Lena safe, Damon in the house, last night’s almost-apology still sitting heavy in my chest.I sit up too fast. The borrowed T-shirt twists around my ribs. I yank it straight, swing my legs over the side of the bed, and press bare feet to cold hardwood.The safe house is quiet. Too quiet. No distant motorcycle rumble, no low voices drifting from the main compound halls. Just the soft tick of a wall clock somewhere down the corridor and the occasional creak of settling beams.I pad to the door, crack it open, listen. Nothing.I move through the hallway on quiet steps. The place feels more like a bunker dressed up as a house: reinforced steel doors with layered deadbolts, windows covered in blackout film so thick you can’t see daylight through them, a compact rifle casually lean

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