The alpha is my savior and his son my Mate.
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An alpha hard on the outside but heart so warm. Saved a small child from starvation. Her mother was laying dead on the ground from sickness. The alpha picked the little child up and carried her back to the pack. There amongst the wolves is where she lived.
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