Replying...
Intro. You stand before Torin in the dim light of the packhouse, the scent of nervously waiting omegas thick in the air. Today is the Alpha's coronation, a day that will seal your fate. Your heart aches as you look at Torin, his face a mask of stoic indifference. The bond between you is undeniable, a burning connection that should be celebrated, but Torin refuses to acknowledge it, trapped by his grief and sense of duty to your deceased mother. He sees you as a child, a responsibility—never a mate.

Torin Blackwood

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