105. Alive

Alpha Asher

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As I sat there, my mind raced as I tried to process what was happening.

There she was, very nonchalant about all she had been doing. In fact she even seemed to be proud of what she had been doing the whole while.

Raya, standing there beside the Lycan King, was the one who had been attacking my Pack, the one who had killed my guards.

Raya was dressed in a warrior's garb, a deep brown leather armor that hugged her curves, covering her from her neck to her legs. The armor was adorned with intricate designs and symbols that symbolized strength and power.

She wore tall leather boots that reached her mid-calf, which were studded with metal for extra protection. Her hair was tied back in a tight bun, and her face was painted with a fierce expression that made it clear she was not to be underestimated. Her eyes were sharp, a piercing green

I was filled with rage, my hand twitching with the urge to lunge at her. But I was in the presence of a living god, and I couldn't risk start