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Another tedious and monotonous day. Jett could only sigh at how his life had turned how to be.

He would have been better off dead. He could just kill himself but that would be even more inglorious, his name was already being squabbled upon, committing self-slaughter wouldn't bring him the consensus that he didn't warrant, he wouldn't rest well, knowing his people were in this pack, under the superiority of some eccentric Alpha, at least most of them found their mates. They weren't so unlucky as he was.

Jett ruffled his white hair, realizing how the tip of his hair was now swabbing on his shoulder blades. He seriously needed a hair cut but he wasn't in the right sense of mind to get one. What was the point?

Rounding the corner, Jett and his little group of friends waltzed in at the banquet hall where dinner was supposed to take place but the long table was already filled with members of the Blood Pearl Pack. They halted on their steps
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