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... breath, too afraid to hope. But then, somehow, through the haze of blood and dust, she managed to crack those defiant eyes open. A faint smirk tugged at the corners of her mouth, and she looked up at me, weak but unmistakably defiant.
"Stupid... alpha," she rasped, her voice barely more than a whisper. Her hand made a weak attempt at a swat against my chest, though it was as light as a feather. The relief that washed over me was staggering. I’d never been so grateful to be insulted in my ...
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