Alpha King Alistair
The morning came too soon, dragging me from the clutches of a restless sleep. My eyes popped open at the sound of my alarm. The time was 5 am
Two hours of sleep. That was all I had managed, but my mind was far from rested.
The thought of a second chance mate had haunted me throughout the night, setting my nerves on edge. My wolf, Bruce, was uncharacteristically silent, his brooding presence unsettling. I needed a release, something to clear the turmoil in my chest before it consumed me.
Throwing off the sheets, I dressed in running gear and headed out into the crisp dawn air. The pack's perimeter stretched before me, a familiar path that had always offered solace. Without a second thought, I shifted into my wolf form. The wind ripped through my fur as I sprinted, the poundi……
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