Mira
I hadn’t planned to fall in love.
Not with an Alpha.
Not with a CEO.
Not with someone whose bloodline carried curses and expectations and centuries of silence.
But Lucien Vale wasn’t just legacy.
He was breath.
And I was learning the shape of him.
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It had been weeks.
Not months.
Not years.
Just weeks.
But time didn’t move the same way inside the tether.
It pulsed.
It braided.
It remembered.
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I stood in the conservatory, watching the bloom respond to his footsteps before he even entered. The petals flared. The soil shifted. The glyphlight shimmered.
Not in alarm.
In anticipation.
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He stepped inside.
Didn’t speak.
Didn’t need to.
His rhythm synced with mine instantly.
And I felt it again—that quiet, aching truth:
I loved him.
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Not because he chos
