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Isla sat at the long wooden table in the mess hall, savoring a rare moment of peace as she ate her breakfast. Her dark eyes danced with mischief as she listened to the murmurs around her, and a wry smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. The aroma of spiced stew mingled with the early morning light, wrapping her in a sense of temporary calm. Just about to take another bite, a familiar, commanding voice cut through the din.
"Enjoy your meal, are we?" Alpha Kael teased, though unmistakable authority lingered in his tone. He leaned casually against the doorway, his eyes glinting with amusement and a hint of challenge. His strong jaw was set in a half-smile as he surveyed Isla with a mix of pride and exasperation.
Isla's eyes flashed with fierce determination. She pushed her plate slig
