Almost like I had no control of my actions, mesmerized by everything she said, I lifted my hand to accept her handshake, giving her a small smile.
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~Alpha Solaris' POV~
The fire in my study crackled low, its orange light painting shadows across the shelves stacked with ledgers and scrolls.
My desk was buried under reports—petitions from the borders, supply lists, complaints from minor nobles.
The weight of leadership pressed heavier tonight than the snowstorm outside. My quill scratched across parchment, ink blotting where my mind slipped.
Rhiannon.
Her face kept drifting back to me, clouding reason, tugging at my chest in a way no report could silence.
A sharp knock broke the quiet.
"Enter," I commanded, my voice carrying the clipped authority my pack had learned never to question.
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~Rhiannon's POV~
"But Alpha," Blaze interrupted this time, his grin widening. "It is your—"
