Chapter Fifty-OneZane’s POVThe heavy double doors smashed shut, the sound of Zara's sharp high heels echoing down the marble corridor until silence settled back over the studio like a heavy curtain.I stood in the center of the dark paper backdrop, my bare chest rising and falling slowly as my Alpha aura slowly receded back beneath my skin. The room was thick with the lingering scent of ozone, fear, and the lingering fragrance of Laila's subtle, sweet vanilla scent.I turned my head to look at her.She was standing frozen near the softbox lights, her small hands tightly clutched together in front of her sweater, her dark eyes wide with residual terror. The threat against her mother had shaken her, even if she had managed to hold her chin high while Zara was in the room. She looked small, fragile, and utterly terrified beneath the harsh studio glare."Continue with the production," I commanded softly, my voice carrying a steady, quiet authority that left zero room for debate. "Act as
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