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The silence settles in the room, thick and laden, as Dylan processes the accusations I've just hurled at him. The new Alpha, visibly stunned by the revelations and the pressure on his throat, fails to find words to justify his actions. My departure from the room is anything but subtle. The door slams behind me, resonating through the corridor like a thunderous echo of my boiling rage. Each step I take is purposeful, my footfalls a rhythmic cadence that mirrors the tumultuous emotions churning within me. The air in the corridor becomes charged, thick with the intensity of unspoken tension. It's as if my fury, the accusations hanging in the air, has woven an invisible web that ensnares everyone in its path. The atmosphere pulsates with discomfort, a palpable unease settling over those le