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Kiss Me.
Ariel. The first hints of dawn painted the horizon with streaks of gold and rose, signaling the beginning of a new day. Sleep was a luxury I couldn’t afford; there was far too much to do. With less than 24 hours to the grand Christmas event, my schedule was packed, and every task seemed more important than the last. This wasn’t just a celebration—it was a symbol of unity, joy, hope, and, perhaps most importantly, my chance to prove my worth. Nothing could go wrong. The packhouse buzzed with activity, the sounds of hurried footsteps, laughter, and muffled voices filling the air. Guests had already begun arriving, and their presence weighed on my mind, a constant reminder of the responsibilities I carried. By tomorrow, the entire pack would be full, with families, emissaries, and alph
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