- Froylan's POV -"Froy," my father's voice carried across the courtyard as I dismounted my horse. The towering gates of the castle loomed ahead, casting long shadows across the stone. He followed close behind, the Former Alpha of the Rigorou Mountain Pack... a man feared by many, respected by all... except me.I ignored him, leading my horse to the stables. The smell of hay and leather filled the air, but all I could think about was her."I'm talking to you, Froylan. Face me," he barked, his voice sharp, the kind that could freeze a room.I turned slowly, irritation simmering in my chest. "What?""Don't talk back to me," he snapped, the familiar edge in his tone slicing through the space between us.My patience thinned. "Then say what you want."He stepped closer, his eyes cold and calculating. "Is she your mate?"The question cut deeper than I expected. Her face flashed in my mind... bruised, filthy, yet still holding on like the world had tried to crush her and failed. The way her
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