The Alpha's Reluctant Temptation
The power that the ASA and the Queen had hunted for years now roared through me, unbound, unstoppable.
Across the battlefield, the Queen appeared again, her massive silver fur drenched in blood—not all of it her enemies’. Her Black Fang warriors surrounded her, dozens of monstrous wolves, eyes glazed with enchantments, their howls a song of slaughter.
“So,” she snarled, her voice carrying even through the storm. “The traitors rise again.”
Alpha Gregor stepped forward, his growl low and lethal. “You should’ve stayed buried, bitch.”
The wind shifted—Barbie appeared above them, floating, no taller than my forearm now in her true Fae form, her tiny body surrounded by swirling runes and lightning
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