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Chapter Sixty-Three

Alaric's POV

As a vampire navigating the treacherous werewolf realm, I have been thrust into a world where survival hinges on my ability to satiate my insatiable hunger. In this realm, where the scent of fresh blood permeates the air, I have come to understand the dire importance of feeding on whatever prey I can capture or resorting to consuming blood bags, just like my partner, in order to maintain my sanity.

Gone are the days when I could freely roam the night, indulging in the crimson nectar of unsuspecting victims. In this realm, where werewolves prowl with heightened senses and ferocious strength, I have learned that discretion is my greatest ally. The werewolves, with their keen sense of smell, can detect the faintest trace of my presence, making it perilous to hunt in their territory.

Thus, I have been forced to adapt to these dietary requirements, to suppress my primal urges and embrace a more clandestine approach to feeding. No longer can I rely solely on the thrill of the
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