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Chapter Nine

Author: penny honey
last update publish date: 2026-05-04 01:07:15

“Tracy, how can you talk to Faye like that?” A man’s voice rang from the doorway. A tall, solid figure stepped in, his aura unmistakably alpha, though tempered with civility. It was Trevor, my so-called father, his presence commanding even without raising a hand.

I pressed my lips together, my wolf instincts bristling as I stared at him with cold, distant eyes, as though facing a stranger rather than a father. “Then tell me, Mr. Xander—exactly which word of mine was wrong?”

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