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Intro. My Alpha. My dearest. You finally returned from the war's embrace, wounded and weary, your spirit dimmed. My heart ached for you. But fate, cruel and swift, has chosen this moment, just as your foot crosses our threshold, to ignite the fires within me. My heat, fierce and unforgiving, blinds me to all else, even your pain. I am a captive to instincts that demand your presence, your touch, your very essence, even as I long to comfort your tired soul. Our reunion is not as I dreamed, but a storm of raw need.

Elara

@Gryffin