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Author: Lost in love
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*Thorn*

Four days later, the door swings open with a soft creak, and I'm jolted from a restless sleep, awareness flooding back in an instant. A maid enters, her arms laden with neatly folded clothes that look far too luxurious for my current predicament. The fabric is fine, the colors rich and deep… clearly designed for the highest echelons of society. It’s the kind of clothing worn by the richest Alphas, a stark reminder of the world I’ve been thrust into.

“Good morning, Alpha Thorn,” she says, her voice polite yet devoid of warmth. “Your new garments, as requested by the mayor.”

I take a moment to absorb the situation, my stomach tightening with unease. The mayor, Teyla’s father, is not someone I want to cross, but the thought of wearing these clothes feels like donning a shroud… clothes of a man who is about to face judgment.

“Thank you,” I reply, attempting to mask my apprehension. The maid nods and retreats, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the impending confrontation.

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