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Chapter Seven: The Dream

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QUEENETH’S POV

“Reject me,” I whispered, voice trembling, my fingers twisted together in front of me. “Please, Alpha… just reject me.”

He looked at me like I’d lost my mind. His jaw tightened, veins standing out on his neck.

“Queeneth,” he said, his voice low, “you don’t know what you’re asking for.”

“I do,” I said, though my throat burned. “You have Success. You have your pack. You don’t need me. Please.”

He stared at me for a long time, his eyes flickering with something I couldn’t name. Ange
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