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... n agonizing, suffocatingly tense blur.
The sprawling Iron-Wood Manor, usually a chaotic haven of roaring laughter and thundering Alpha footsteps, had completely transformed into a hyper-vigilant fortress. The warlords walked on eggshells, their eyes tracking Roxy’s every single movement.
It had only been seven weeks and three days in total, but Roxy’s stomach had swelled to massive, aching proportions, entirely dominating her slender frame.
She was officially in the final ...
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