Eliza’s POV

I followed Gerald down the winding corridors of the packhouse. Despite the grandeur of our surroundings, with intricately carved wooden beams and stained glass windows dappling the floors with kaleidoscopic patterns, I couldn't shake my nervousness. Meeting the Alpha was a pivotal moment that could determine my fate.

“Please, don't be worried. He's a highly respected alpha.” Gerald whispered kindly to me, and I responded with a smile.

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