The loud, repetitive noise of brooms sweeping against the stone floor echoed from the hallway outside, mixed with the distant clatter of wooden buckets and maids chattering as they went about their morning chores. I slowly opened my eyes, blinking against the bright golden sunlight streaming through the high arched windows of the master bedroom. I gasped softly in surprise, completely shocked by how fast the night had passed—I didn't even remember the exact moment my head hit the pillow last night. I turned my head to the side, expecting to see Michael's large frame, but the space beside me on the mattress was already empty and cold. I sat up in bed, stretching my arms wide above my head as a long yawn escaped my lips. Slipping my feet onto the cool wooden floorboards, I walked over to the open bedroom door, where a young pack maid was busy sweeping the corridor. "Good morning," I greeted softly, catching her attention. "Where is the Alpha?" The maid instantly paused her broom mid
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