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Breaking Point

Penulis: Sunkissed
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-03-04 00:14:00

EDMUND’S POV

They put me in the east chambers.

Not a dungeon. Not yet. Clara was still maintaining appearances — still needed the pack to see a living, breathing Alpha occasionally, still needed the fiction of Edmund-the-figurehead to keep things orderly. A dungeon would raise questions.

So instead: a comfortable room with a locked door and two guards outside and windows that had been quietly bolted from the outside sometime in the last three weeks while I’d been busy playing
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