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CHAPTER 140

Penulis: Sunkissed
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-08-21 15:41:32

JASON’S POV

I decided, against Aldric’s careful objections, that direct confrontation offered our best opportunity to understand exactly what threat Kian actually represented, rather than continuing indefinite, passive surveillance while he remained positioned at our estate’s perimeter.

“This carries considerable risk, Alpha,” Aldric cautioned, coordinating the approach with obvious tactical concern. “Given his apparent training, a direct confrontation could easily escalate into genuine violenc
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