A Tragic Deal and a Grand Entrance

Della stopped the knife. The blade rested against the heavy wooden cutting board, the rhythmic sound of her chopping coming to a halt. She turned to face him. The massive, intimidating bulk of the Alpha cast a long shadow over the kitchen tiles, his broad shoulders filling the arched entrance. He took a slow, deliberate step closer, towering over her with a gaze as cold as winter frost.

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