Selena’s POV Panting, I braced my hands on my knees, sucking in ragged breaths. I had torn through the entire packhouse, desperately searching every room, every corner, but Alpha Flynn was nowhere to be found. How was I supposed to ask for help when he was MIA? A high-pitched hiss cut through the air, and I turned to see Mrs. Clair, her heavily makeup face covered by a cloud of cigarette smoke, walking towards me. “Um…” I opened my mouth to speak, to beg for information, but she just glared, a look of pure hatred in her eyes, and strolled past me, completely ignoring my presence. My pride demanded I let her go, but I couldn’t afford to be delicate. "Wait!" I shrieked, chasing after the old hag. I stood in front of her, blocking her path, forcing her to stop. "I know you hate me and the feeling is mutual, but have you seen my husband?" Mrs. Clair’s eyes narrowed and hardened. "The only thing I see is my hand about to introduce itself to your face if you don't get out of my fu
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