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... him first. That particular tension in the air that dominant alphas learned to recognize long before instinct crossed into hunger. It was the same pull as the night before, sharper now, more defined. As if the world itself had quietly agreed to point him in one direction and wait.
So when Arion stepped onto the balcony railing and found Dean there, pale against the stone, shoulders stiff with the realization that he had, once again, miscalculated reality, Arion merely inclined his head. < ...
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