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Chapter 9: The Unraveling

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last update publish date: 2026-09-12 19:32:19

Kane did not confront Serena. He watched her instead.

It was a discipline he'd learned young, as an Alpha's son long before he was ever an Alpha himself — that the surest way to catch a lie was never to announce you suspected one. So he softened, outwardly. He brought Serena small gifts he didn't mean, asked after her health with a gentleness he no longer felt, played the part of a devoted mate-to-be with a precision that made his own skin crawl. And underneath it,

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