The Bride of an Alpha
The pack, once firmly in Alyssa’s corner, began to murmur, their voices filled with awe and uncertainty.
The Alpha rose to his feet, his voice shaking with disbelief. "This... this can't be."
Suddenly, Seraphine's body began to shift. Bones cracked, muscles stretched, but there was no pain. Only power. Her transformation was seamless, effortless, as if she was born for this moment. Her wolf form emerged—massive, majestic, and bathed in the moon's light. Her fur glowed with a deep, ethereal silver, and at the center of her forehead was a crescent moon, glowing softly.
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