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The Accusation
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2026-07-14 07:30:02Cole
Cole did not knock. He shoved the solar door so hard it cracked against the wall.
Tara-Lee looked up from her mirror as though she had waited hours for him. She probably had. Pale silk, a fresh bandage on her wrist, the prop from her fall. She smiled like a woman who had already won.
"You cuffed her," she said. "Good. The pack needed to see their Alpha again."
"We have never shared a bed."
The words dropped flat into the quiet.
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