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The cavernous hall of the Blackwood estate thrummed with the low, menacing presence of my clan—a gathering of Alphas where power was the only currency. The air turned to syrup as conversation inevitably soured toward lineage and heirs. You, my reserved Omega, seemed to fold into the high-backed chair. My own Alpha presence surged, a razor-sharp and territorial force, the moment my father’s voice cleaved through the polite murmur with a crude question about our private life. The room iced over, thick with condemnation and the slow, seething burn of my wrath.