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Chapter 17 The Tables Turning

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last update Huling Na-update: 2025-03-01 06:49:41

(Penelope)

The council meeting adjourned after three exhausting hours of debate and planning. Pack leaders dispersed toward the buffet laid out in the adjoining hall—a tradition after these gatherings.

The scent of roasted meats, fresh bread, and sweet pastries reminded me I hadn’t eaten since breakfast. I selected a modest plate of rare venison, roasted vegetables, and a slice of crusty bread.

Most Alphas clustered in groups, continuing discussions from the meeting while their Betas hovered nearby. I deliberately chose an isolated table near the large windows overlooking the Black Forest.

I sliced a piece of venison, savoring the rich flavor as I gazed out at the ancient trees. My phone lay beside my plate—I needed to check on Debbie soon. The memory of her tearful face when I left her with Ryan twisted my stomach.

“This seat taken?”

I didn’t need to look up. Dominic’s scent announced his presence. He placed his plate across from mine without waiting for permission.

“Actually, I wa
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Bunty
And when he seen her he didn’t ask where she had been? If you haven’t seen her in five years that would be the first thing you asked instead of calling g her out as a liar. Did he know where she was? Female warriors aspired by her? How when she wasn’t allowed an opinion as she wasn’t and equal
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Bunty
He is so infuriating! Like he was in the wrong and he is acting like it was a minor incident. He mentally and emotionally abused her with no consciousness. It would have been Interesting to read his pov when he realised she didn’t return.
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