With measured steps, Andrea approached the grand throne room of Alpha Damien. Although she held her head high, her heart was racing with nervous anticipation.

The imposing space was filled with the shuffling of guards' armor and the low hum of somber conversation, but Andrea could only focus on the figure sitting regally on his throne. She gave a deep and respectful curtsy before the Alpha.

"Good morning, my Alpha," Andrea said, keeping her voice steady despite the racing of her heart.

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