Warming The Cruel Alpha's Bed
The desert spring trembled, and I may feel the Charmed Forest's vitality pushing back against the debasement.
The obscurity started to waver, and a figure rose from the whirlpool—a sorceress with eyes sparkling with perniciousness.
"So, you've come to challenge me," she jeered, her voice dribbling with pomposity.
"We won't permit your haziness to expand this desert garden," I pronounced, my resolve unshaken.
The sorceress's chuckling resounded through the discussion. "This oasis's enchantment will be mine to control."
Alder's voice was faithful. "The Charmed Forest's enchantment and our solidarity are more grounded than any obscurity."
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