LYONInevitably, amid the wreckage of the post-game festivities and the whirlwind of victory celebrations, the Stormbreakers and Lyon found their way back to the seclusion of the strategist's suite. The air was heavy with the scent of victory and the lingering musk of the pack.Initially, there was a frantic period of disordered, heated contact—a release of the tension that had been building since the overtime buzzer. Out on the ice, Lyon had tried to maintain a shred of professional decorum despite the territorial displays of his Alphas, but within these four walls, he felt no such restraint. He was the consort to six elite Alphas, the heart of a powerhouse pack, and the time for modesty had long since expired.The warriors were shedding their heavy armor, lounging in various states of undress across the furniture. The grueling physical toll of the Vancouver match had left them drained but emotionally buoyant. They settled into a natural formation of comfort, Lyon’s head resting agai
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