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Chapter 8: The Edges of Memory

Author: Lola Ade
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-06-04 22:10:24

Calla’s POV

The door clicked shut behind him with a finality that scraped across my skin.

I stood there, frozen, my fingers still curled around the brass knob as though I could twist it back and take the words with me. Undo what just happened. But the room was silent now. Still. Too still.

The tease hadn’t given me satisfaction. It hadn’t made me feel powerful or even vindicated.

It had only made me feel like a ghost. It made me feel horrible and I wished I could turn back the hand of time to moments ago so I could have just pushed him out of the room instead of engaging with him. But maybe there was a part of me that knew that I had to be careful with the alpha of this territory or i could be thrown to jail. Even though I had every right and reason to be angry at him.

After all, he is the man that forgot who I am.

I turned away from the door and pressed the heel of my palm to my chest, trying to calm the riot beneath my skin. My pulse was erratic, my breath shallow, and I could stil
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