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Chapter 15

Author: Callista Ivan
last update publish date: 2026-10-25 09:05:57

The woman in the dark knew my name, and I did not know hers.

"Stay where you are," I said. My claws were out, my back against the cold iron. "Who are you?"

"Don't be afraid." The voice was dry and cracked, like paper left out in the rain. "I haven't had anyone to be afraid of in a long time."

She stepped out of the shadows one slow step at a time. A thin woman in a gray shift, barefoot, with a chain still locked around her left ankle and dragging behind her on the stone. Her hair was white. Her
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  • LEAVING MY BETRAYING ALPHA    Chapter 37 (Alaric's POV)

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