THE SUBSTITUTE MATE FOR THE ALPHA KING
The mist closed in around us, thick and cold, muting the world until there was only the black water and the silence.
It began as a whisper, a voice woven from forgotten dreams. It spoke of peace, of the sweet relief of oblivion. It promised an end to the pain, the jealousy, the constant, grinding fear. Let go, it sighed. What are you fighting for? A love that has already cooled? A man whose eyes seek solace in another?
I felt the pull. It was a seductive, gentle current, wanting to wash away the searing memory of Kairi composing a lullaby for Maia, the sight of his hand resting on her fur. It offered a clean slate, a self without this gaping wound.
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