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Lyra. The moon cast a silver glow over the pack house, and I leaned against the cold stone wall, my heart racing with excitement. From my hiding spot, I listened intently to the heated conversation between Magnus and Ariel. Their voices, filled with tension and frustration, echoed down the hall. I couldn’t help but feel a thrill as Magnus’s disappointment became evident. Ariel thought she had found her perfect mate in Magnus, an alpha king, but I was determined to ruin whatever bond they had before the Christmas event ended. There was no way I was going to leave her to live a happy life with Magnus, knowing fully well how that would rub off on me. If anyone should have the alpha King, then I should be the one, but the battlefield is already fierce with Clarrisa involved, and my