✨ "The Alpha's Arms"✨
In the shadows where power sleeps,
A heart once cold begins to weep.
Through silent halls of glass and gold,
Love blooms fierce, defying old.
His world of steel begins to melt,
When her trembling touch is felt.
And in his chest — a storm, a flame,
The beast bows softly at her name.
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The heavy iron gates of the Crescent Pack Tower swung open at the guards' command. Their boots hit the marble ground in unison as they bowed deeply, their heads lowered in respect.
"Welcome, Alpha!" they chorused, their voices echoing in reverence.
Horace didn't spare them a glance. "Mm," he murmured curtly, his voice carrying the kind of dominance that made even the air tremble.
Butler Chun, the old yet sharp-eyed steward, furrowed his brows when he saw the young girl in his Alpha's arms. The great Alpha Horace — cold, feared, untouchable — was carrying someone? And not just anyone, but a fragile human girl who looked like a lost angel in his embrace.
