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CHAPTER 30: The Beta's Secret

مؤلف: Marcelinee
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-07-12 05:15:16

"Bronson is planning something," Shawn confessed, his words rushing out in a frantic, hurried stream. "He pulled me and three other loyal guards aside this morning. He told us to prepare for a covert extraction. He wants to pull you out of the Arden compound before the summit ends. He told us Alpha Caomh ordered it, but Caomh wasn't even there."

I didn't flinch. The information confirmed what I had just overheard on the balcony. Bronson was actively working to force a con

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