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Chapter 157: The Alpha’s Reckoning

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Elara’s POV

The roar of the blizzard seemed to vanish, replaced by the deafening, frantic thud of my own heart against my ribs. I stood there, my breath leaving thick, steaming clouds in the freezing air. My claws were dug deep into the icy stone of the courtyard, holding my ground, body trembling not from cold, but from sheer adrenaline.

Rhys stood thirty paces away, completely human, his broad frame cutting a stark, intimidating silhouette against the swirling snow. The sheer disparity in ou
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