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Chapter 329 The Sub-crustal Whisper

Author: R.J. Sterling
last update publish date: 2026-05-25 00:15:03

Marek’s fingers dug into the raw meat of Leo’s dislocated shoulder, a brutal, bone-grinding grip that forced a sharp hiss of air through the boy’s teeth. The Southern Alpha didn't look at the child he had once called King. He looked at the statue on the throne, his amber eyes glazed with a terrifying, religious fervor. The scent of Sea Salt and Iron, usually a grounding force, had turned into the sharp, metallic tang of a man who had finally surrendered his reason to the dar

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  • Replaced by His First Love   Chapter 329 The Sub-crustal Whisper

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