My Runaway Luna
Their presence was immediate, undeniable, and absolute.
They didn’t just walk into the confrontation—they owned the space the moment they entered it. Their movements were fluid, their expressions unreadable, but the sheer force of their presence sent an unmistakable message: Enough.
The taller of the two, with sharp golden eyes that gleamed with authority, took a step toward the clashing Alphas.
His voice was calm, yet it sliced through the tension like a blade.
“This is the Royal Pack,” he stated, his words carrying an unspoken warning. “Whatever personal disputes you have are irrelevant here. The King alone dictates the laws, and no one overrules them.”
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