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Chapter 8

Author: Night Walker
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-13 23:11:35
—•AVERY•—

I woke up in an unfamiliar bedroom, on a bed softer than any I'd ever slept in.

The ceiling above me was painted with intricate patterns, and silk curtains billowed gently from open windows that let in a cool breeze.

For a moment, I thought I was dreaming.

Then the memories came rushing back—Kira attacking me, Alpha Damon stepping in, his impossible claim about my baby.

I sat up with a gasp, my hand instinctively going to my stomach.

"Your pup is fine," a deep voice said from across the bedroom.

I whipped my head around to see him—Alpha Damon—sitting in a large armchair, watching me with those intense hazel eyes.

In the dim glow of the room, he looked even more handsome than before, but no less dangerous. His sheer size was intimidating; even seated, I could tell he towered over most men. The muscles of his arms strained against the fabric of his shirt, and the set of his jaw spoke of a man unaccustomed to being disobeyed.

Fear shot through me. I was alo
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