The Alpha's Secretary Mate
POV: Elena
The roar of the Atlantic wasn't a sound anymore; it was a physical weight crushing the air from my lungs. The dome’s glass groaned, the fracture lines spreading like a spiderweb of frozen light. Every second, the black, freezing water hissed through the cracks, turning the recycled air into a cold, salty fog.
"Elena, I can't hold the bubble and fight them!" Silas’s voice was strained, a sound of raw, physical agony.
He was standing in the center of the crumbling catwalk, his arms outstretched. A swirling vortex of golden Alpha fire pushed back the water, creating a shimmering pocket of dry air, but I could see the tremors in his massive shoulders. The pressure was eating his energ
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