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Chapter 349 Secrets and Sparks

ผู้เขียน: Judith GW
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Scarlett

Dinner goes even better than I’d hoped. I can feel the tension radiating from Erik, but he holds his own. My dad doesn’t make it easy, his glare could peel paint off the walls, yet Erik doesn’t flinch.

He speaks politely, asks thoughtful questions, even makes a few jokes that land well enough to earn a snort from Soren and a reluctant grin from Chris.

Dad, of course, remains stoic. But I catch the way he watches Erik, weighing every word, measuring him like a threat he hasn’t quite decided whether to eliminate or tolerate.

I squeeze Erik's hand under the table in silent support. He glances at me, his nerves melting just a bit beneath that soft smile he saves only for me. How did I get so lucky?

Cerelia launches into a story about a rogue shifter who thought he could seduce her into giving him the location of a rare herb. "He said my eyes were like blue fire and my hair smelled like healing," she says dryly.

Soren chuckles. "He left with a broken nose and a sprained ego. And I
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  • Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King   Chapter 583 The Trickster's Teeth Are Smiling

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  • Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King   Chapter 582 The Burnt Grove Still Bleeds

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  • Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King   Chapter 581 Marked by Flame

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  • Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King   Chapter 580 Whispers of the Hollow King

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  • Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King   Chapter 579 The Veil’s Edge

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