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Chapter 38: The Ghost of the Mate Bond

작가: Adelina Beston
last update 게시일: 2026-03-10 14:09:55

Rhys's POV

Three days. Three days of nothing but the chilling sound of the waves below the cliff and the silence in my own home.

Gideon's words, Cleanse your Pack, were ringing in my ears, but action felt impossible. My Betas were scouring the Pack, questioning every member, tightening security, but there were no leads. No trace of the Rogue. No body. No evidence of who in my inner circle poisoned the guards. It was a sterile, perfect crime, executed with cold precision.

I couldn't concentrate.
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