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Alpha King Dimitrio. “I don’t have feelings for you.” Her words remain etched into my membrane even after a day. She rejected me. The forest is alive with the sounds of a hunt. Birds scatter from the trees, and the underbrush rustle with the movement of animals fleeing from me and my retinue. I am settled upon my saddle where Shadowfang growls under me. My shirt clings to my frame, partially covered by a leather jerkin. A quiver of arrows is slung over my shoulder. In a tight grip, I have a finely crafted bow. My hair is tied to the back in a rough knot and sharply, I scan the surroundings for the woman who rejected me yesterday. I am at the forefront of the hunting party and in the background, servants scurry about, tending to the aftermath of the first hunt. They are gathering the