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Chapter 62: Forced to Choose

Author: Tamara Love
last update publish date: 2026-04-01 14:09:43

The memorial service ended in absolute chaos. Devon was back. He wasn't a ghost. He wasn't an illusion. He had stood on that stage, spoken to the pack, and completely shattered the reality we had lived in for the past two years.

The shock had barely settled before Gideon summoned me. He didn't ask me to join him. He ordered me. And my father backed him up.

That was exactly how I ended up sitting at a rectangular table just two hours later. A private dinner. Just the three of us. Gideon. My fath
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  • Ruin Me, Alpha   Chapter 62: Forced to Choose

    The memorial service ended in absolute chaos. Devon was back. He wasn't a ghost. He wasn't an illusion. He had stood on that stage, spoken to the pack, and completely shattered the reality we had lived in for the past two years.The shock had barely settled before Gideon summoned me. He didn't ask me to join him. He ordered me. And my father backed him up.That was exactly how I ended up sitting at a rectangular table just two hours later. A private dinner. Just the three of us. Gideon. My father. And me.I stared down at the plate in front of me. I pushed my fork around. I had absolutely no appetite. My stomach was tied in knots.Gideon sat directly across from me. He calmly cut his steak. My father sat at the head of the table. He drank his water. Nobody spoke about the man who had just walked out of the grave. Nobody mentioned Devon’s name. They acted like the entire afternoon hadn't happened. They acted like the world hadn't just shifted on its axis."We need to advance the timeli

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    I paced the cramped living room of Brielle's house, my fists clenched so tight my knuckles ached. It had been a day since that disastrous announcement, and every second felt like a countdown to my breaking point. Gideon had promised to swing by with updates, and I needed them now. Anything to fuel

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