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Gabriela I hear footsteps crunch softly against the ground, and I tense. Out of my peripheral vision and through the strands of hair hanging over my face, I can see our pack's enforcers quickly moving away, creating a wide berth of space. Alpha Storm's fingers flex in my hair, alerting me before I even have a visual that Aaron has drawn closer. He stops directly in front of me, the thick soles of his leather boots staring back at me. Oh gods... "Let me see what I've bought," he says to Alpha Storm, his tone even. My alpha's hand quickly leaves my hair, allowing me to stand up straight again. I don't though—because I know exactly how this will go. If I so much as move a single inch, he'll see it as a sign of disrespect and punish me for it. I can feel the c***k of his hand against my