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CHAPTER 11

The weight of Amelia's revelation pressed down on me like a physical burden. Sleep had become a distant memory, replaced by a constant churning of thoughts and anxieties. Even the simple act of preparing Jax's meals, a task I usually performed with meticulous care, felt clumsy and haphazard. The Alpha sensed my disquiet, his usually sharp gaze softening with concern. But he held back, respecting my need for space, for time to process the storm raging within me.

"You seem troubled," he said one evening, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the room as he sat across from me at dinner.

I forced a smile, hoping to mask the turmoil within. "Just a bit tired, that's all."

He studied me, his eyes piercing through my facade. "You haven't slept well, have you?"

I shook my head, unable to meet his gaze. "It's nothing, really. Just a few restless nights."

He sighed, his expression softening. "If you're troubled, you can tell me. You know I'm always here for you."

His words were a balm to
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