Fated to the Cursed Alpha King
I approached slowly, the heels of my boots clicking softly on the polished floor.
Drawn like a moth to a flame, I skimmed my fingers across the titles etched on the spines. Tales of kings. Wars. Bloodlines.
My gaze caught on a thick, weathered book left open on the desk. Its title was simple: Pack Histories and Blood Betrayals.
A cold shiver rippled through me.
I leaned over, my shadow swallowing the page, and began to read.
At first, it was the usual: chronicles of battles, treaties, ascensions. But then, a word snared me, rooted me in place:
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