In His Arms: The Alpha’s Temptress
The super markets stood abandoned, their cloth coverings torn and flapping weakly in the wind.
Children peeked out from behind doorways, their wide eyes filled with both fear and curiosity. Every corner of the city seemed weighed down with grief.
And yet, even in that despair, there was movement, hands rebuilding walls, men lifting debris together, quiet determination sparking through the ruins.
There was still hope, and all we needed was a spark.
A spark only Alpha Daemon can create.
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We took a peaceful walk around the city and stopped at the only functioning building on our way back. A bar.
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