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CHAPTER 79

Auteur: Tanner lolly
last update Date de publication: 2026-06-27 13:57:29

KORR

The air in the lowest tier of the mountain vault was completely different from the clean, quiet sectors above. Up there, Marcus had built a rich man’s sanctuary inside the rock, full of bright white lights, working tech screens, and filtered vents that made you forget the old world had burned to the ground. But down here in the lower bays, the mask was totally off. It

They were the heavy enforcement unit, a bunch of brutal men trained by a dead tyrant to kill anything that crossed the moun
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  • THE LAST BREEDER, CLAIMED BY FOUR   CHAPTER 90

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  • THE LAST BREEDER, CLAIMED BY FOUR   CHAPTER 89

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  • THE LAST BREEDER, CLAIMED BY FOUR   CHAPTER 88

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    KORR I stared down at her. Her face was pale. Stitches pulled at her arm. Blood still seeped through the bandage. But her eyes were steady. Waiting."Can you share me?" she asked again.My cock twitched. Hard. The fabric of my pants strained against the head. A wet spot darkened the front. Precum.

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    EDALMy fucking eyelids felt like they were glued shut with dried blood, When I finally forced them open, the whole room was blurry I choked on a rough breath, my throat completely parched, and the slight movement pulled hard on a dozen tight, fresh stitches."Ezra..." The name scraped past my cra

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