Royal's POV I sat there in awe, then a few minutes later, the bathroom door swung open, and the Alpha emerged, dressed in a fresh set of loose-fitting clothes and smelling like a god. He looked composed and confident, his aura radiating power and control. "I apologize for the mess," he said calmly, his voice resonating with authority. "Please make yourself comfortable while I explain further." I nodded, still feeling a mix of unease and curiosity, and reached for my clothes on the floor. "You don't need to dress, Royal. We aren't done yet," He said but after noticing I was uncomfortable, he handed me a robe to cover myself with. As I dressed, I observed the room around me. It was elegantly furnished, with expensive-looking furniture and decor that hinted at wealth and status. Once I was presentable, the Alpha asked, "Do you know my name?" I shook my head, replying, "No. I do not know your name, Alpha.” He extended his hand. "My name is Chase," he introduced himself formally.
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