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CHAPTER 45: A CRACK IN THE FOUNDATION

Author: Inkbyjane
last update publish date: 2026-06-15 06:31:46

The toxic accusation hung in the freezing air of the study like an unexploded mortar shell. Outside the cracked door, Elena felt the stone floorboards tilt violently beneath her bare feet. Her grip on baby Silas tightened in an involuntary spasm of terror, forcing the infant to let out a sharp cry of discomfort against her chest.

"Silence!" Marcus roared.

The physical pressure of the Alpha King's core exploded outward in a massive wave of fury. The heavy glass chalices resting on the obs
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