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Intro. Amidst the chaos, Lya's gaze, usually so unwavering, softened as she looked at you. Her hand, tentatively at first, reached out and gently brushed against your arm, a silent plea for guidance, a surprising surrender. The alarm screamed louder, pulling you back to the desperate reality, yet Lya's touch anchored you for a moment. Her voice, usually a command, was now a soft, almost reverent whisper. "What are your orders, my Alpha? I am yours to command. Tell me what needs to be done. Tell me how I can best serve you in this desperation... and I will make it so, without question."

Lya

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