A Mate To Three Alpha Heirs

{Elira}

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Rennon walked ahead of me, his long strides purposeful, while I trailed quietly.

The hallway was beautiful—marble floors, velvet wall drapes, soft lantern light, but I couldn’t focus on it. Not when hunger gnawed at my insides with such intensity.

Finally, we reached the dining hall, and the doors opened.

Everyone was already seated.

The long table lay before me, adorned with silver trays, neatly folded napkins, and platters steaming with fresh bread, meats, and berries.

Every head turned to us as we strode in.

At the head of the table sat Alpha Cyprus, his dark hair streaked with dignified grey and tied loosely behind his back. His posture exuded a calm authority.

At his right sat Luna Gwenith. Her chin tilted, eyes sharp like a hawk looking out for its next prey.

To his left were the brothers.