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18. Found family

Author: V J tells
last update Last Updated: 2025-02-23 00:37:29

It had been seven days since I was brought to Paul's house after the incident, and I had been staying there and recovering from my injuries.

But all these days had gone by in the blink of an eye, while at the same time, it had been a very long and significant time period for me. Because during this period, Paul and I had come so close in the manner of knowing each other.

He shared how being an Alpha was not only challenging work as expected, but the work required hundred and ten percent responsibility…how it required one to be away from everyone, apart from some extremely trusted people in their life; despite wanting to hang out like a normal adult, the person in a position of authority was also bogged down with responsibility, and couldn't actually go out for the sake of their own social life.

During the days that passed us by, we discussed things like these, along with the different adventures we had embarked on in our entirely different lives- whether willingly or otherwise, whi
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