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Ariel The morning air was cool, crisp, and carried the faint earthy scent of dew as I strolled around the pack house. I told myself the walk was to clear my head, but deep down, I knew it was an excuse to escape the lingering tension that seemed to follow me everywhere lately. As I rounded the corner toward the training grounds, I froze. There he was. Alpha Magnus. He stood in the clearing, shirtless, his sweat-drenched body gleaming under the rising sun. Every move he made was deliberate yet effortless—his punches sharp, his kicks precise, each one landing perfectly against his sparring partners. My breath hitched. I didn’t even realize I had stopped walking, my eyes locked on him. I couldn’t look away. The way his muscles rippled with every movement, the way he carried himself w
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