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The Alpha's footfalls echoed against the marble floors as he paced back and forth, his luxurious chamber serving as the backdrop to his simmering rage. A scowl etched deep lines onto his face, a testament to the fury that coiled within him. Before him stood Amara, a figure he had once trusted with his life, now defiant and unyielding. Tension hung heavy in the air, pregnant with unspoken words and unrelenting emotions.

His voice, a low growl, reverberated through the chamber as he demanded answers that seemed to elude him. "Amara, why? Why won't you disclose the reason for Casey's visit?" The Alpha's eyes blazed with a fierce intensity, sending shivers down the spines of all present.

Amara's unwavering gaze met his, her resolve unyielding. "Alpha Aidan," she began, her voice steady despite the charged atmosphere. "I have said it before, and I shall say it again. As a healer, I am bound by a sacred oath. The reasons behind my patients' visits are held within the sanctity of