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Chapter 328

Author: Lana Mora
last update publish date: 2026-04-10 14:42:36

Third Person's POV

"I don't care how 'elite' his wolf is. I don't want to be his mate, and I'm sure as hell never having his children."

Trista's voice was steady, like she'd built a fortress around her soul. "If you want to drag this out, fine. I've already lost everything. Let's see who caves first in this war of attrition."

Howard turned a shade of purple, his chest heaving with rage. He slammed his hand down on the armrest, the sound of cracking wood echoing through the hall. "I spent enough
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