Naya’s POV The moment I walked into the study, I froze. The room looked like a storm had torn through it. Books lay scattered across the floor, papers crumpled and abandoned, a chair knocked on its side. The heavy scent in the air made my stomach churn… stale, sharp, unmistakable. My eyes dropped. Used condoms littered the floor. Not even hidden. Just… discarded. Careless. Shameless. I stared at one near my boot, heat rising behind my eyes. “What an Alpha,” I muttered bitterly. “Morally rotten.” I bent down, pinched it between my fingers, and tossed it into the trash bag. My jaw clenched as I straightened. “Come on, Naya,” I told myself quietly. “It’s none of your business. Just clean and leave.” Besides, that was all I was here for. I moved on autopilot, gathering papers, straightening shelves, restoring order to a space that felt permanently corrupted. When everything was finally in place, I slipped on my gloves, grabbed my spray bottle, and began wiping down
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