The Crippled Masked Alpha
I opened it and pulled out the single, most damning piece of my past: the water-damaged photograph of Devon and me, laughing side-by-side.
"Alaric," I stated, my voice heavy with the gravity of the decision. "Ensure the study is completely shielded. No comms, no power fluctuations. I need absolute privacy and silence for the next hour."
I looked down at the photograph, the image of my smiling, innocent friend a stark contrast to the betrayal I now faced. The time for controlled, strategic communication was over.
I looked at Alaric, my eyes revealing the raw determination beneath the Alpha’s facade. "I need you to tell Luna Anya to meet me here immediately. I will no longer be the Alpha in
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