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Chapter Eighty----What Breaks In Quiet

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Ryker's P.O.V

I knew the name before Caden put his hand on it.

That was the worst part. The specific, terrible clarity of recognition arriving a half-second before confirmation — the way your body understood something your mind was still forming language for. I had known this person for eleven years. I had given them access because I trusted them. I had trusted them because they had never once given me reason not to, and I had believed that absence of reason was itself a kind of proof.

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    I did not move when the door clicked shut behind her. The sound carried the scraping of metal against stone, a low, final scrape that settled into the bones of the room and stayed there. I listened to the sound fade the way I listened to everything now, cataloguing, measuring, placing it where it b

  • Fated to the Alpha who killed my sister    CHAPTER FOUR

    Ryker's POVThe color left her face so completely it was like watching someone turn off a light."That cannot be true." Her voice had dropped to something barely functional. "My sister is not a murderer. She was a teacher. She taught primary school children in Valen's Crossing, she — " She stopped,

  • Fated to the Alpha who killed my sister    Chapter Three

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    Ryker's POV Aunt Delara had been talking for twenty minutes without stopping. This was not unusual. What was unusual was that every single sentence — regardless of where it started, regardless of what detour it took through pack history or family legend or the particular wisdom she had accumulated

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