The sun rose slowly over the pack land, painting the trees with soft gold. Birds sang, the wind blew cool, and the house of the Alpha woke to another day. Elara opened her eyes slowly. For a moment, she did not remember where she was. She only felt the strong arm around her waist, the warm chest behind her, the steady heartbeat under her ear. Then it all rushed back—the night, the fire, the bond that pulled them together. Her face grew hot. She sat up quickly, pulling the blanket over her chest. Damien stirred, his eyes opening, still heavy with sleep. His golden eyes caught hers, and for a second, silence filled the room. “You’re awake,” he said, his voice rough from sleep. Elara nodded, looking down, her cheeks burning. “Yes.” He reached out, brushing his hand over hers. “Do you regret it?” Her head snapped up. “No. Never.” Her voice shook but was firm. Damien’s lips curved into a small smile. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead. “Good. Because I don’t regret eit
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