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“I do, indeed. You see, we’re not so different.”
I can’t help but chuckle at this and clap his shoulder. “Ah, I see. Well, let’s finish up the introductions and get the marriage underway.” I say, nodding at Andreas, who closes the door behind him and walks over to us again.
Kaen puts a hand on an older woman’s shoulder. “This is my wife, Saeko,” he says, and I take the woman’s hand. Her scent is masked by her husband’s, which is entirely understandable. He’s an Eastern Alpha; things worked differently over there.
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