The Alpha's Mute Mate
The desk loomed ahead, a relic of kings and generals, and I moved to it with the calm precision of someone who knew this war wasn’t coming—it was already here.
I pulled out a parchment and a quill, my hands steady, not for him, not even for me—but for the cause that would outlive us both. Each letter I etched onto the page was more than ink; it was a warning, a rallying cry, a battle line.
The strokes were swift and deliberate, my thoughts translated into symbols that would pass like wildfire through the corridors of loyalty.
When I finished, I folded the parchment neatly, sealed it with the blood-red wax, and pressed my ring into the molten pool, leaving the mark that could never be forged—
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