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CHAPTER 13: THE MASTER OF SCENTS

Autor: Silverling
last update Data de publicação: 2026-10-03 04:53:16

ELARA'S POV

"The extraction is too light, Elena."

I didn't turn around at the sound of the sharp, low voice cutting through the humid silence of the laboratory.

Two full years had passed since I survived that fiery cliffside wreck and vanished into the safety of my biological family's world. Eight long years of my life had been lost in Lucien’s cold penthouse, playing the invisible, dying wife. But these past twenty-four months...spent rebuilding my shattered health with my family and training
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