The Alpha’s Moonbreather
Roland’s face shifted—rage, sorrow, helplessness, fear.
Then, after a long, shuddering breath, he whispered into the darkness, “Forgive me, Theresa… I’ve lost her too.”
Below deck, Becky moved through the cramped corridors with purpose. Lanterns burned low. Crates lined the walls. The ship groaned with age, wood creaking beneath the weight of night and secrets.
She reached the locked cabin at the very end.
A heavy metal box sat on the table.
Her prize.
She brushed her sleeve across the surface, revealing the faded emblem etched into the lid—a serpent coiled around the moon.
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