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CHAPTER 163: And Mine

Author: Lady Sheldon
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-26 07:51:38

ETHAN

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The door clicked shut behind me, and I just stood there for a second, staring at the warped wood, listening to the silence. My hand dragged up the back of my neck and into my hair, fingers pressing into my scalp like I could squeeze the frustration out through my skull.

Fuck.

The air outside was crisp but stale, the kind of stale that made my jaw clench. The quiet streets of Knoxl always felt too still when I was agitated. Too damn eerie. I could feel it again… those stares. That low hum of attention crawling along my skin like pins dragging across nerve endings.

They were watching me.

I didn’t know if it was the Elders, the townspeople, or some nosy shifters with nothing better to do, but I felt them. Burning holes in my back. Whispering shit just loud enough that my instincts caught it but my ears didn’t.

I ignored it. I had more important things to deal with than fucking rumors or stares from people who couldn’t mind their business.

First thing first… I had to find
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