The Alpha’s throne was reeking of smoke, sweat, and spilled alcohol.Draco lounged across a wide leather chair like a king who had forgotten the meaning of restraint, with a half empty bottle of vodka dangling loosely from his hand. Smoke curled lazily from the cigarette between his lips, drifting toward the high ceiling and staining the air with bitterness. Laughter…high, shrill, and false…filled the room as two naked women clung to him with their hands roaming freely over his chest and shoulders.Another woman sprawled across the sofa nearby, naked and unapologetic, sipping from a glass of champagne while watching the scene like a bored spectator.Draco laughed loudly, throwing his head back. “You see?” he roared, gripping one of the women by the waist. “This is how an Alpha is supposed to live.”The women giggled excessively, clearly trained at sounding impressed to please their customers.Clothes lay scattered everywhere on the floor, while the sacred symbol
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