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Chapter 7— Why am I in his bed?

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Rebecca's POV

A steady beating filled my ears until it felt like the world was shaped around it. For a moment, I thought it was my heart. It sounded very loud and close, like a drum being struck inside my head.

"Is that my heart?" I wondered. "Why is it so loud?"

I lifted my hand and pressed it against my chest, feeling for the rhythm beneath my palm. My heart was beating fast, and uneven, but it did not match the sound I was hearing. The noise did not stop. It kept beating steadily, unbother
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Lol, I think Rebecca is funny when she's not scared. Why is the Alpha suddenly acting like he cares?
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