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Chapter 28
“So,” Melba said, as she rolled out the dough for her pie-crust. She was aware of Leander washing up in the sink behind her, covered to the elbows in flour from helping her make said dough. “Your sister has made some poor life-choices.”
Leander puffed out a sigh that sounded like he was dragging it all the way up from his toes, a long and gusty breath. “That’s one way of putting it. She’s honestly lucky that my son didn’t turn her in on an attempted murder charge.”
“Or try to kill her.” Out of everyone in the pack, Old Melba was the most qualified to talk about killing and death. She’s seen the most of it. “I’ve seen Alphas makes themselves judge, jury, and executioner before.” Melba listened as Leander made an unhappy sound before she added more gently, “Your son is a better man than those others, however. His capacity f
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