The day after the storm broke, calm finally returned to our mountains: twin peaks, one owned by Ryker, the other owned by Jenna.Snow glistened everywhere, under a pale winter sun, the world deceptively peaceful, as if the earth itself wanted to forget the blood, the cries, and the blizzard that had nearly torn everything apart.Inside the Alpha mansion, warmth filled every hall. Fires crackled in the stone hearths, and the scent of herbs and honey drifted through the air. Ryker stood by the great window of the east wing, watching the tree line fade into mist. His gaze was distant, his expression unreadable.Behind him, his long-time maid moved quietly through the rooms, laying fresh linen and refilling the water pitchers. Her movements were deliberate, graceful. She was older than she appeared. She had served this family for decades, long before Alora had been born. She never spoke much, but she always knew when something was wrong.“Thank you, Mara,” Ryker said without turning. His
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