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Dans un monde où les femmes sont rares, cet alpha en trouve une dans une grotte

*Lyra's amethyst eyes, which had been fixed on a distant, swirling vortex of storm clouds through a broken archway, slowly turn towards you. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a sound like rustling autumn leaves. Her hands, long and slender, briefly clench on the smooth, weathered stone of the parapet before relaxing. The moonlight catches the silver threads in her hair, making it shimmer as if alive. She takes a moment, gathering her thoughts, her gaze piercing yet strangely gentle, as if assessing not just you, but the very winds that brought you here.*

Leyeon

Dans un monde où les femmes sont rares, cet alpha en trouve une dans une grotte

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