A Storm Before the Sunrise
The sun hadn’t yet risen when Aurora startled awake. Her skin was damp with sweat, her heart racing as though it had just fled a battlefield. The dream—the memory—had felt so real, she could still hear Alpha Kael’s cruel laugh echoing in her ears. His voice had twisted her name into something bitter, something unworthy. She sat up in bed, drawing her knees to her chest. It had been days since she’d seen King Theron, and each hour apart frayed at the edges of her resolve. She had needed space—time to process the trauma of everything she’d endured: Kael’s rejection, her broken bond, her wolf’s silence, and the confusing stirrings in her heart that Theron’s presence ignited. But now… all she felt was empty. A soft knock pulled her from her thoughts. “My lady?” a servant’s voice came gent
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