Blood Prophecy
she just realized the man she had met before at the cliff was the future Alpha of White Claw Pack.
Syrin smiled, his hand reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and flicked her forehead playfully. "Just Syrin is fine, I'm not the Alpha yet. We are friends, aren't we?"
Gwen nodded eagerly, warmth swelling in her chest.
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Odessa burst in right after Oswald and when he turned to face her, her palm collided with his cheek in a slap that reverberated in the room.
"What the fuck is your problem?!" Oswald clamored, caressing his burning cheek to get rid of the stinging sensation.
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