🍃 Arria POV By the following morning, my sparring session was done. Breakfast—done. Ordering furniture for the office—done. Meeting my parents again—not done. I had to be at school in two hours. I had no more time to drag it out. I exhaled and stood up. “Let’s do it.” Fenrir nodded once, stood, took my hand, and led me out. A few minutes later, we were in front of Greg’s house. I knocked right away, not giving myself time for second thoughts. My mother opened the door and invited us in. “Good morning, Arria...” She hesitated only for a moment. “Alpha.” I almost expected her to call him Beta Stronghold. She used to do that a lot—showing people exactly where they stood in the chain of command. This time, she either did not dare anger him, or she and my father had talked and agreed on an entirely different approach. “Morning, Mom,” I replied, glancing around to find my father already waiting in the kitchen. I went ahead, gripping Fenrir’s hand tightly. The smell of cookie
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