The heavy silence that settled over the isolated clearing was thick, oppressive, and vibrating with an agonizing tension. The wind that had been howling through the ancient northern pines seemed to die down into a low, ominous murmur, leaving nothing but the sound of their ragged, overlapping breaths slicing through the freezing air.Dominic stood completely still, his bare, massive chest heaving violently as the silver moonlight cast his heavily muscled frame in sharp, stark shadows against the snow. The blinding fog of his initial, feral madness had evaporated, leaving behind a cold, crystalline focus in his striking amber irises. The pitch-black void of the beast had receded, but the raw, territorial hunger in his gut hadn't vanished. Dominic was the Alpha King, a man forged in blood, iron, and absolute conquest. He didn't break, he didn't tremble, and he certainly wasn't going to retreat into weak, soft apologies.Instead, a chillingly dark, deliberate clarity took over his senses
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