Arianne's Point of View As we stepped out of the car, I immediately felt the weight of countless stares. Their eyes bore into me, some curious, some indifferent, and others as disdainful as those I had grown accustomed to back home. My fingers instinctively tightened around the arm of the man who had brought me here—my supposed mate. His presence was the only thing grounding me in this unfamiliar, imposing place. The pack house in front of us was bustling with life, filled with people chatting and laughing together. It was nothing like the cold, oppressive atmosphere I had known my entire life. For a fleeting moment, I wondered if this was what a real home felt like—a place where people could just… exist without fear. But then the mood shifted. As soon as they noticed him, the entire crowd fell silent. All eyes were on us—or more specifically, on him. The change was palpable, a testament to his authority and power. I glanced up at him, his face unreadable, his aura commanding resp
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