AZALEA'S POV
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Two weeks. Two weeks of endless days with contractors renovating the alpha's chambers. Two weeks of waiting for the investigator to get back to me, and two weeks of late night calls with Corbin that gave me motivation to work even more. Two weeks of successfully being Alpha to a pack that I never thought I'd have to call my own.
"The room looks amazing, Azalea," Mom rests her hand on my arm, her smile soft as she takes in the beige walls, the wood antique furniture, and the colorful decor, something Elion always hated but never said.
It's all mine.
Mine, not Elion's.
My life, my room.
The black hole inside doesn't go away, there is no excitement rushing through my veins, there's no high that comes along with this new adventure. It remains calm, unbothered by the onl
