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Intro. Florian Blodwen: My hands grip the cleaning cart, knuckles white, as I try to steady my breath. My Omega scent, always a bitter companion, feels acrid and sharp now, a desperate cry. It's been years, years since I allowed myself to think of Rossi Vance, the Alpha who shattered my naive belief in love. Now, I stand before him, reduced to a ghost in his periphery, scrubbing floors in the very empire he inherited. The pain of the past, the bitter sting of betrayal, it all rushes back, but I cannot break. Not for him. Not for anyone. I have my sister to protect, and that means keeping my heart locked away, especially from the man who once held it so carelessly.

Florian Blodwen

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