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CHAPTER 97: The Provocation

Author: Evve
last update publish date: 2026-03-20 00:09:18

POV: Viggo

A growl rumbled in my chest like a dying engine.

It was constant. Low. A vibration that shook my ribs and made my teeth ache. Since Ishara arrived, the Red had been awake. Pacing the cage of my mind. Scratching at the bars. Scrape. Scrape.

She smelled wrong. Not like a threat—that I could handle. Threats were simple; you broke them. She smelled like ownership. Like a brand seared into flesh.

She stood on the observation deck overlooking the training ground. Her silver and blue unifor
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