Melody's POVThe whiff of well-worn leather and cedar hung in the air as I stood in my father's study, heart pounding harder than I'd like. The sun had set early in the evening, casting a golden glow through the high windows, illuminating the wooden floor in streaks. Alpha Andrew, my dad -- sat behind his massive mahogany desk, fingers clasped together, his sharp eyes darting between Alpha Don Carter and myself. Don sat quietly in front of him, back straight but relaxed, like he had an office of his own.The two alphas were tense with each other, but there was also a curious undercurrent of respect for one another.First things first," Don started, his low voice calm and genuine, "thank you, Alpha Andrew, for having saved my life. If not for you and your fighters, I'd be dead right now."My dad nodded slightly, his voice strict but not unpleasant. "I'm aware my daughter has picked you, Don." I see it in the manner in which she glances at you and the manner in which she stands up for y
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