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Chapter 94: I Have Nothing to Wear

مؤلف: Max Shinabery
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-08-12 15:05:04

Ronan

Maeve had barely disappeared through the connecting doorway into my chambers when someone knocked. Three sharp strikes.

I closed my eyes. Of course.

Maeve leaned back through the doorway, still holding the bundle of Luna clothing against her chest. "Are you going to get that?"

"No."

Another knock. "Alpha?"

I recognized the guard immediately.

Maeve raised an eyebrow. "He knows you're in here."

"I'm aware."

"Seems rude."

"It is."

"Ronan."

I growled under my breath and crossed the sitting ro
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