The office was vast, a commanding space filled with relics of authority and tradition. The oversized leather chair dominated the room, its dark surface worn smooth by years of use. Behind it, a stately desk of polished mahogany stood as a symbol of the Alpha’s power, flanked by a massive grandfather clock ticking methodically. Along two walls stretched a sectional couch of brown leather, its presence both practical and imposing. A smaller ottoman rested behind the desk, a deliberate addition to indicate Luna Aurora’s role—acknowledged but never equal.
Alpha Nickels sat in his chair, the embodiment of authority. "This is the summer of your 18th year, the year you’re supposed to attend the Moon Goddess mating ball," he began, his voice low and measured. "You may look at me, Melody."
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