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CHAPTER 161: BONDING

Autor: Lizzy Fash
last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-04-07 22:19:09

CASSAIN

Evelessa is curled into the couch beside me, flipping through some documents she claims are "boring political nonsense," which means they are definitely important.

She looks peaceful for once and I wish I could keep her at peace forever until the front door opens and Alexander steps inside and I smell blood.

Someone else's.

A lot of it.

My wolf rises under my skin instantly.

Evelessa notices it too.

Her head lifts slowly.

"Alexander?"

He closes the door behind him quietly.

Aretha steps
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