The dining hall buzzed lightly with the sound of silverware and low conversation. Just another pack dinner — in theory. But underneath, everything felt like it had changed.Lexara sat near the end of the table, as she always had — not at the Alpha's right hand, not elevated, not central. But tonight, she wasn’t invisible. Not anymore.Alaric sat a few places down, glass untouched, eyes frequently drifting across the table. Not toward Maeron. Toward her. Watching the way she sipped her tea, deliberate and unbothered. The way her shoulders rolled subtly — releasing tension only someone who knew her well would notice. He could feel it. The resonance wasn’t flaring outward. But it was settled. Like a flame in a lantern, waiting. And it wasn’t because of rest. It was because of Maeron. Because he’s become her release valve.And Alaric hated it.Across from him, Seraphine watched too. But differently. Not possessive. Not predatory. Something close to wistful. She wanted Lexara to be free. T
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