The scent of the council chamber was familiar: old polished wood, expensive whiskey, and the sharp, metallic tang of dominant Alpha pheromones. I should have been elated. For years, my father had negotiated with Moonrise Pack, and now, their crown princess, Bianca, was here. In my territory. Sitting across from me at the long oak table, her posture was regal, her smile practiced and perfect. This was the alliance I’d dreamed of, a political masterstroke that would cement my pack’s power for a generation. Yet, my mind was a thousand miles away. Or, more accurately, a few miles away, in a shabby little apartment above a bakery.“Alpha Kairi?” Bianca’s voice was like wind chimes, pulling me from my thoughts. “Do you agree with the proposed terms for the border patrol rotations?”I blinked, forcing my focus back to her composed, beautiful face. “The terms are acceptable,” I said, my voice thankfully steady and authoritative. “My head of security will liaise with yours on the details.”Sh
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