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Chapter 38 Choices

Penulis: Judith GW
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2024-12-09 17:04:16

(Hilda)

The argument reached a fever pitch and I felt like I was caught in a storm.

Cerelia was mad at Soren for cheating, Soren was mad at Cerelia for hiding the talisman, Arlo was mad at me for cheating with Soren so he was mad at Soren too and I didn’t know what to think.

The two packs watched as we all shouted at each other. Their anxiety mirrored my own as the yelling grew louder and more out of control.

Anger shaded by guilt, with a heavy dose of emotional distress mixed in. None of us could think clearly while we were this upset.

“Please, just stop,” I begged, tears threatening to spill over. “We’re all too upset to think straight right now. We need to calm down and then attempt to discuss things maturely.”

Cerelia snorted and rolled her eyes. “It’s a bit late to try and be the voice of reason now Hilda. Did you think you could have both of them? That you’re special enough to keep 2 Alphas dangling from your fingers, panting after you?”

I could understand her fury at me. Had
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