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Chapter 28

Author: Marva
last update publish date: 2026-04-19 17:00:18

The Interrogation 

​POV: Alpha Kaelen Blackwood

​I hadn't slept.

​The sun was just beginning to bleed over the jagged peaks of the eastern mountains, casting long, bruised shadows across the courtyard of Blackwood Manor. I stood at the head of the heavy oak table in the War Room, staring at the topographical map, though the lines and markers had long since blurred together.

​Feminine voice.

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