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THIRTY SIX

Penulis: Joy Teo
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-04-13 07:00:36

DRAKE’s  POV

I pace relentlessly outside Wanda’s clinic. Each step is quick and furious and the gravel beneath my boots crunches with each movement.

Why is she not out yet?

I can feel my muscles straining beneath the tension, a simmering fury building inside me.

Damnit, if Wanda does not come out soon, I swear I will kick down the door.

My fingers twitch with pent-up anger. Maybe I should tear down the clinic. Maybe I should -

The door to the clinic creaks open and I stop dead in my tracks.

I do not even wait for Wanda to fully step out before I push past her and rush inside, ignoring the scent of antiseptic and herbs that assault my senses.

My eyes immediately land on the bed where Alayna lies, pale and unmoving. She is still unconscious.

I storm toward her, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. The fear in my chest claws at me, but my anger is louder.

"What is

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  • The Alpha King’s Hated Mute Luna   SEVENTY THREE

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  • The Alpha King’s Hated Mute Luna   SEVENTY TWO

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  • The Alpha King’s Hated Mute Luna   SIXTY NINE

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  • The Alpha King’s Hated Mute Luna   SIXTY EIGHT

    ALAYNA’s POVDrake crashes through the double doors, blood dripping from his side and disappears into the night.“No…Drake!” I lunge after him but I barely get a step before I am forcefully yanked backwards.Ezra’s arms lock around me like steel and my bare feet skid across the polished marble floor of the grand lobby. The scent of smoke, blood and ruin clings to everything. I thrash wildly, fists hammering into his chest.“Let me go! He’s hurt, he needs me!”Ezra does not say a word. He just holds on. And as he does, I see Drake, the man who swore he would never leave me, never hurt me, abandon me without looking back.No….don’t leave me. You said you wouldn’t.Something inside me shatters.As a draft stirs the broken glass on the floor, I twist violently in Ezra’s grip and my bare feet slip on a shard. Pain twists in

  • The Alpha King’s Hated Mute Luna   SIXTY SEVEN

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  • The Alpha King’s Hated Mute Luna   SIXTY SIX

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