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Chapter Thirty-Seven: Kieran's Admission

Autor: Ana Kelly
last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-09-12 00:05:27

The silence in the study was deafening.

Kieran stood slowly and moved to the window. His shoulders were tight, his posture that of

a man carrying an impossible weight.

"How long have you known?" he asked quietly.

"I didn't. Not for certain. Not until just now." Ennis's voice was rough. "But it's the only

thing that makes sense. The attack. The shadows. The Alpha Prince. The royal guards.

Fiona leaving so suddenly." He paused. "Mom was a silver wolf too, wasn't she?"

Kieran's hands clenched on t
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