In the Alpha’s private chambers, a single fire guttered in the hearth, casting a restless orange glow across the walls.Kael sat slouched in the high-backed chair by the table, a half-emptied decanter of strong, spiced liquor within reach. The haze of drink dulled his thoughts, though not enough to let his guard drop completely.Rheya, draped in a gown of silken black, leaned against the table. “You’ve been drinking,” she murmured, pouring another glass before he could refuse. “It’s been a long day, Alpha. Let me make it better.”His eyes narrowed on her. “ Better how? I don’t need you to make anything better, Rheya.”Still, he took the glass. The burn in his throat was like pain, but a slower, more dangerous warmth pooled low in his stomach. He knew better than to Rheya when she insisted they have a drink together after they'd spoken about a deal with their neighboring pack. “I heard you sent for Nyra earlier,” Rheya said lightly, pretending casual interest. “Why?”Kael’s expression
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