Alpha's Regret: Mated with My Ex's Uncle
I said, gripping the leather seat, my nails leaving crescent marks in the Italian calfskin.
Leroy grumbled, "She looks like a abandoned ragdoll cat. Are we really going to miss the chance to feed a stray?"
I didn't respond, and he continued, his tone mocking. "Are you scared?"
A wave of shame and irritation washed over me. "Shut up, Leroy," I snapped under my breath.
Konstantin spoke up. "Alpha Lionel, I've met Camellia a few times at Ironclaw Pack gatherings. The Ironclaw territory is in the south of the city. Why is she here at this hour, without any servants or a driver?"
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