clean your mess

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Third person POV The dim light of the room cast long shadows across the cold cement floor. The air was thick with the scent of dampness, mingled with the metallic tinge of fear that radiated from the man kneeling in the center of the room. His eyes darted toward the figure in the distance, his body tense as he awaited his punishment. Suddenly, a pair of high-heeled boots clicked against the ground, and before he could brace himself, the woman before him delivered a brutal kick to his chest. His body crumpled under the force, a grunt escaping his lips as he hit the ground, gasping for air. He clutched his chest, the pain radiating through his ribs as he looked up, his vision blurring. He had expected it. After all, their alpha's daughter had been getting worse over the past three years.

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