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A woman who appears to be around Alpha Torrin’s age steps between us, her face tight with anxiety. "You don’t look like a Frostveil werewolf. So why would they allow you to lead their pack? Are you related to Torrin? A half-sister? A distant cousin?"
Alpha Torrin’s own unease grows as he stares at her.
I shake my head. "No. I’m Alpha Torrin’s fated mate. We were about to get married when Atticus and Damian found us and took us hostage."
The woman gasps in disbelief, ...
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