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Freya I paced the length of the room, the worn floor creaking beneath my boots as Kane stood by the window, his broad back turned to me, tension radiating off him in waves. I had asked the question, the one I had always been too afraid to voice out loud, but now I needed answers. The silence between us stretched, thick and suffocating. I took a deep breath, my voice shaking slightly as I broke the stillness, "Kane, why do you hate my father and Alpha Asher so much? What really happened between you all?" For a moment, I thought he wasn’t going to answer. He remained still, staring out into the forest as if the answers were hidden among the trees. Then, slowly, he turned to face me, his eyes dark with pain I hadn’t seen before, a storm brewing just beneath the surface. His jaw clenched, hi

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