The dream

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Ethan’s sudden arrival had shifted the atmosphere, replacing the heat of battle with something colder, sharper and uncertain. His presence was electric, unsettling even the most composed Alphas. The moment he stepped into the arena, the fight slowed, then ceased altogether, as if the very air had thickened. Maverick’s chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, his fists clenched at his sides. Lachlan, usually composed, stood rigid, his gaze locked onto Ethan like a predator assessing a new threat. Alexander merely tilted his head, his sharp eyes flicking over the newcomer with silent calculation. Whispers spread like wildfire through the crowd. "A new alpha? Was he supposed to be here?" "Did you see that flare of magic? It nearly knocked the elders off their feet!" "The fourth mate… he’

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