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CHAPTER 43: ENTER THE FORMER BETROTHED

Author: Inkbyjane
last update publish date: 2026-06-14 23:58:40

The haunting notes of the southern lullaby died instantly against the stone walls of the nursery. The scent of southern orchids and sharp, dominant Alpha female aura grew thick, turning the warm room into an icy cage. Elena stood frozen on the threshold, her arms tightening around baby Silas. The infant let out a faint, uneasy whimper, his tiny wolf aura picking up the immediate, toxic shift in the room's frequency.

The beautiful stranger slowly pulled her gold-ringed fingers away from the si
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