Alpha Orion
His long brown hair in a tousled half updo brushed his shoulders as he moved, a pale scar carved across one amber eye fixed sharply on them.
Rey deduced he was the Alpha from the way he carried himself with a quiet air of dominance tucked beneath a wall of indifference.
He crossed the room in a few strides, flanked by a man in a decorated uniform that reminded her too much of Iver's.
"Alpha Orion," Aleksandr said, his voice deep and edged with intrigue.
"To what do I owe the pleasure?"
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