The Alpha's Dying Mate
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I led Alpha Darius and his entourage through the grand hallways of the palace, the rich tapestries and gleaming chandeliers setting the scene for the feast that had been meticulously prepared.
I could sense Alpha Darius’s attention wandering, not to the lavish surroundings or the hospitality extended by the pack, but to Sara walking gracefully beside us.
Her every move seemed to draw Darius’s gaze, like a moth to a flame, and my protective instincts flared each time Darius’s eyes lingered too long.
I took my place at the diner table, with Sara to my right and Alpha Darius across from her. As we began the meal, servers poured wine into the goblets, and conversation flowed.
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