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Chance of belief

作者: Claudia
last update 最終更新日: 2025-06-29 22:54:33

Ryder’s POV

It has been four days now, four days without having to see my Kiara. As much as I want Jason to pay for what he has done, for his crimes and inconveniences, I want to have Kiara in my arms first and foremost.

Brandon arrived as soon as I called and we started to make a plan on how we were to get him. Now that he has his hands on Kiara, the attacks by the rogues have ceased, and that proves that indeed he was the mastermind behind these and all he ever wanted was Kiara and her powers.

“Why don’t we send the omegas out for a search,” Brandon suggested and I agreed to it. But there was a clause.

I recalled the past attacks that had happened in the pack, to me, and Kiara. And the last attack on Kiara was smooth, like it was being orchestrated by someone right here in the pack.

“How about we move this way,” I said to Brandon telling him my plans and how I would love for it to play out.

“If indeed there is a rat in the pack, instead of him moving by morning, Jason wi
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