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CHAPTER 123 – MADDOX’S MOMENT
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2026-01-30 03:00:00Maddox’s POV
She’d been distant. Not obviously—Alina was good at pretending everything was fine. But I’d spent months learning to read her, and I knew when something was off.
It had been two weeks since the Vulture ambush. She’d thrown herself into work, into training, into everything except actually connecting with us on a deeper level.
The ceremony had been beautiful. The commitment real. But something was holding her back from being fully
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