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97: I’m The Monster

Author: Fiona Cakes
last update Last Updated: 2026-01-18 08:12:51

KYLA'S POV

"It's a good thing my staff reached out to me and told me the Alpha had thrashed the place," Sofia said, turning back to me and softening her tone. "I called Lowell immediately and we got here as soon as we could. Are you sure you're okay, Kyla? Is the baby moving?"

"Yes, the baby is fine. But it's 5 AM, Sofia... I feel terrible that you had to cut your shift short because of my drama."

"Nonsense," Sofia said firmly. "I'm going to go grab a shower and get out of these scrubs, and the
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