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Alpha King Ozar.

“What are you doing here?" I ask, my voice is carrying effortlessly over the sound of the waterfall. There is a hint of something more in my tone—perhaps concern, perhaps profound joy to find her here. I don’t know, you tell me.

Yeri, momentarily caught off guard, hesitates. She glances back at the waterfall, then at e, as if considering her response.

"I... I'll leave," she stammers, feeling suddenly out of place in this unexpected encounter. She turned, intending to head back to her horse.

But before she could take more than a step, I begin to walk towards her.

"Stop.” I commanded. I say it in a firm manner but it is not unkind. There is a note of urgency in his words for I cannot bear to let her slip away so quickly. The sun glints off my damp skin, highlighting the contours of my frame.

Yeri pauses, caught by the authority in my voice.

“Why are you evading me? Why are you making my touch burn?” I ask.

“Because it does.” Yeri answers, her face has colour once again