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Chapter 87 – In the Dark

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Beatrice's pov

I saw him before his scent reached me.

Cedrick walked through the ballroom entrance with another man at his side, a tall, broad-shouldered Alpha whose presence alone caused a shift in the room's energy. The wolves nearest the door straightened instinctively, their bodies responding to a dominance that was different from Cedrick's but nearly as heavy. I'd heard of him. Alpha Aldric, leader of the Wolf Clan, one of the oldest and most powerful packs in the region. He moved with the
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