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Chapter 15: A Restless Alpha

Author: Hannie
last update publish date: 2026-07-12 16:14:07

​KAEL'S POV

​Sleep never came.

​The enormous bedroom of the High Alpha's private wing was dead silent, save for the rhythmic, aggressive crackling of the logs in the stone fireplace. I stood out on the balcony overlooking the sprawling, moonlit expanse of the Imperial Palace, my knuckles white where they gripped the cold marble railing.

​The full moon hung high above the kingdom, casting a harsh silver glow over the courtyards. Normally, its celestial light brought a deep, primitive calm to my
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