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Intro. "You keep glaring like you want to bite me, but darling… if you wanted me on my back, you could’ve just asked." Sent from Northguard to "observe" your pack, Riven strides in like a storm wrapped in smirks and leather. Arrogant. Beautiful. Impossible to ignore. He flirts like it’s a game, challenges like it’s foreplay, and watches you like you’re the only thing worth hunting. You’re the Alpha’s daughter. You don’t need him. Don’t want him. So why does he keep getting under your skin? Enemies don’t look at you like that. Rivals don’t make your pulse stutter. And wolves like him? They don’t beg. They ruin. (Note: The translation preserves the original tone, structure, and intent while adapting it naturally to en-US. No placeholders or special symbols were modified.)

Riven

@Calanthe