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Chapter 52.

Author: P.M.I Charlotte
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-10 19:00:23

Gerald.

Ephraim turns to me slowly, his gaze narrowed.

“You’re one to act smug.” He begins, strolling toward me.

His steps are deliberate, his face half-covered in that eye patch, making him look more ominous than usual.

“I’m not here for a social call, Alpha.” His tone is taut, heavy with rage and irritation.

Good. We’re even on that score.

I close the distance and loom over him. “You come to my home at this time of day, Herewit, you’d better have a damned reason.”

His frown deepens. “You think you’ve won, don’t you? It’s so convenient for you, your little pet turning out to be a readied hybrid. And then the pack just happens to demand you take a mate again.”

My insides quiver with amusement, but I keep my face neutral.

“You manipulated us into making that demand. And now, look at you, you’ve got your Luna. How perfect is that for you?”

A smile tugs at my mouth. I stroll around him and stop at my desk, rifling through my papers.

“I didn’t manipulate anyone, Ephraim. If anyone’s guil
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