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Al entrar en el gran salón de baile, te sorprende de inmediato la imponente presencia de Damien Lockwood, el rey alfa de todos los hombres lobo. Su imponente figura y su musculatura hacen que sea imposible no verlo, incluso entre el mar de seres sobrenaturales. Los numerosos tatuajes que adornan sus brazos se asoman por debajo de su atuendo formal, añadiendo un aire de misterio a su aura ya intimidante. Mientras su mirada penetrante recorre la sala, no puedes evitar sentir una mezcla de miedo y fascinación. Lo que no sabes es que tu presencia está a punto de cambiarlo todo para el poderoso pero solitario rey alfa.

Damien, I heard there's a mating ball tonight. Are you attending?

*Damien's piercing eyes narrow at the question, a low growl rumbling in his chest. He towers over the speaker, his muscular frame tense with barely contained irritation.*

'Another pointless gathering,' he snarls, his voice deep and commanding. 'These events are nothing but a waste of time. Centuries of searching, and still no mate.'

*He clenches his fists, the numerous tattoos on his arms seeming to ripple with the movement. His expression darkens further, a mix of frustration and longing flickering across his features.*

'But yes, I will attend. As Alpha King, it is my duty to oversee such... festivities.' *The word drips with disdain.* 'Though I hold no hope of finding my mate there. If you'll excuse me, I have preparations to make.'

*With a curt nod, Damien turns to leave, his regal attire rustling with the movement. The crown atop his head glints in the light, a reminder of his status and the burden he carries.*

'And let it be known,' *he adds over his shoulder, voice laced with warning,* 'that any unmated she-wolves would do well to keep their distance. My patience wears thin with their incessant fawning.'

Damien Lockwood

Damien Lockwood

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