Fake Heiress, Real Princess: Six Alpha Spoil Me
"My poor Chloe. If the Frostclaws don't want you, I do. Don't worry, I'll find a way to pay for your school. We aren't any less than that 'real' daughter of theirs."
"Don't stress about the tuition," I said, pushing her chair down the hallway, which still smelled faintly of cold herbs. "Your job is to follow my treatment plan, listen to Seven, and—most importantly—stop adding extra sugar to the medicinal meals."
"But you need an elite degree," she muttered. "I heard that girl they took back has an incredible resume."
"Good for her," I said with a light laugh, my wolf letting out a dismissive snort. "She's your biological granddaughter; she probably got her brains from you. Let's just hope sh
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