The heavy oak doors of the Alpha’s private quarters clicked shut, locking Elena inside a luxurious cage of cedar wood, and the suffocatingly heavy scent of Marcus’s possessive aura. Elena paced the room, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. Her mind was a chaotic storm, pulled in three different directions: the memory of Marcus watching her six months ago, Camille’s toxic psychic threat about Devon dying by morning, and Devon's final words about a hidden weapon beneath the altar. "I have to get out," she whispered, her hands clawing at the high collar of her golden ceremonial gown. She couldn't use the main door; the elite guards outside would rather die than defy Marcus’s strict order to keep her confined. Elena ran to the balcony, looking down the sheer stone wall of the castle’s royal wing. It was a deadly drop, but twenty feet below her, a wide stone ledge connected directly to the roof of the ancient sanctuary. Tearing a long strip of silk from the he
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