CYPRIEN'S POV
Alpha Beron led me out of the sunroom, through the grand halls of the manor, and toward the entrance.
The moment we stepped outside, the contrast between the estate and the rest of Crimson Ridge became even more striking.
The Alpha's residence towered over the settlement like a monument to wealth and influence.
Perfectly manicured gardens stretched across the grounds, their stone pathways bordered by carefully tended flowers. The lawns were trimmed to immaculate precision, as though not a single blade of grass had ever dared grow out of place.
We crossed the sprawling grounds in silence before passing through the tall iron gates.
Beyond the estate walls, however, the picture changed.
The polished grounds gave way to the familiar simplicity of the pack settlement.
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