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• Finally, a pack without omegas, just like his dad has always wanted, he is sure he will be very proud of her now.
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• The sun hung low over the compound, casting long, tired shadows across the stone yard. The maids worked quietly, the only sounds the soft swish of brooms against the dusty ground and the faint clatter of buckets. Astra moved among them, her delicate fingers gripping the worn wooden handle of her broom. Her black hair, once a crown of pride, now hung in a loose, hastily tied braid. Despite her attempts to blend in, there was no hiding her royal bearing, no matter how tattered her dress or how dirt smudged her cheeks were.