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94: A foreign feeling

Penulis: nayaa
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2025-12-09 23:58:00

Emmett's POV

Her room was empty.

My jaw tightened.

The bed was untouched, the air stale, too still.

A ripple of irritation shot through me. Where the hell was she?

“Ura!” I barked, my voice slicing through the silence.

Footsteps scrambled outside, and a second later Ura appeared in the doorway, breathing hard, head bowed so low her hair hung forward like a curtain.

“Yes, Alpha?” she whispered.

I stared at the empty room again, a strange, unwelcome clench tightening in my chest.
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