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CHAPTER 11: A Place to Belong

Author: Sonie
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Zoey’s POV

He turns to look at me before leaving the room, and I instantly avert my gaze. I can’t bear to meet his eyes after that outburst.

“You were fine,” Mia says gently in my head.

“You okay?” Raven asks, motioning for me to take my clothes off. I keep my head bowed, not wanting her to see how red my face is. The last time this happened, I didn’t even know it was happening.

“I’m sorry about him,” Raven says, running her tests. “One thing my cousin hasn’t lost after all these years is his temper.”

My ears perk up.

“Your cousin?” I ask softly, hating how small my voice sounds.

“Yeah,” she answers, distracted by what she calls my miraculous healing.

I glance down at my stomach—once black and purple with old bruises, now pale, smooth… soft.

How is this even possible?

“Who’s your cousin?” I ask, pulling myself from spiraling thoughts.

“Kieran,” she replies, scribbling notes. “Alpha Kieran, I mean. Did I not mention that?”

I shake my head as she gestures toward my clothes.
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