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Chapter 36 – Alone with the Alpha

Penulis: Ebony Woods
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Amara POV

“My question is, why do they need you?” He slowly asks, before taking a long sip on the whiskey

bottle.

“There was a time I may have had an insight into my alpha’s motives, that time has long since

passed.”

“Well, I’m your alpha now. Come take a look for yourself…” He doesn’t turn to look at me, his

body still facing the window, but he does place a folder out for me to take. I take a cautious step

closer to the armchair, the sultry aroma of whiskey oozing off him.

I take the folder, flicking through it as best as I can with the dull light and with no wolf to give me

enhanced vision.

The folder contains report after report of attempts to break through the borders, of Snow

Mountain warriors attacked and recovering in hospital. Blood spilled in the efforts, for some

reason, to reach me.

But why…

“I don’t understand, why have they gone to such elaborate attempts. What could they possibly

want with me.” As soon as the words leave my lips, I know what it is, Catheri
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