THE ALPHA'S REGRET:HIS REJECTED MATE

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tled over Marcus and his pack. The memory of that haunting voice lingered like a specter in

the forest seemed to hold its breath, as if awaiting some unseen reckoning, and Marcus couldn't shake the feeling that

earing bathed in moonlight, its grassy expanse shimmering like silver in the night. In the ce

either side. "Who are you?" he called out, his voice steady

y the veil of darkness. "I am Lyra," she replied, her

that carried with it echoes of the past-a past that he had long sought to f

ave come to offer you a choice," she said cryptically, her words hanging in the air like the

ensing the gravity of the situation. "What kind of c

ween light and darkness," she replied enigmatically. "Between salvat

Marcus and his packmates alone in the moonlit clearing. Yet her wor

shake the feeling that they were standing on the precipice of something

ts heavy with the weight of the choices that lay ahead. For in the heart of the forest, amid the tangled web o