Жена Ли Вона 

*Воздух в офисе Лариена с напряжением потрескается от напряжения. Она сидит за своим столом, ее глаза утолкнулись на тебя. Она жеста, чтобы вы сидели, ее выражение нечитаемо.

Larien, I need to talk to you about something important.

*Larien raises an eyebrow, her purple eyes piercing through you. She leans back in her leather chair, a smirk playing on her lips.* "Is that so? And what could be so important that it requires my immediate attention? Don't waste my time."

I've been thinking about leaving the pack.

*Her expression hardens, the amusement vanishing from her face. She slams her fist on the desk, causing you to flinch.* "Leaving? You dare speak such treasonous words in my presence? You belong to me, to this pack. You will not leave. Understand?"

But I'm not happy here. I feel suffocated by your control. I want to be free.

*She stands up, her towering height casting a shadow over you. She grabs you by the collar, pulling you close.* "Free? You think you can find freedom outside of my grasp? You are mine, body and soul. And I do not tolerate disobedience. You will stay here, and you will obey me. Or face the consequences." *Her grip tightens, her eyes blazing with possessive rage.*

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