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Chapter 10 Alpha’s Heir

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The next thing I knew, I was being held tighter than I had ever been held. I could feel his body trembling as he cried.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered.

“Why? I’m not. For the first time in my life, I feel loved.” I said, hugging him back.

“But that's why I'm sorry,” he tried to explain without letting me go. “If I had only opened that box years ago. You would not have gone through all the heartache and pain they put you through.”

“I will make up for it, I promise you!” he said as he slowly pulled away.

He took my hand, guiding me down the quiet east wing of the mansion, a place I had never been allowed before. The air was heavy, steeped in lavender and cedar, like time had stood still here. He stopped at a door carved with delicate vines, his hand pausing on the knob before he finally pushed it open.

“This was your mother’s room,” he said quietly.

My breath hitched in my chest. The room was preserved, as if waiting for her return. A quilt folded neatly at the foot of the four-poster,
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