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Chapter 81: Captain Ivory Hughes
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... cing—chili-edged pheromones curling subtle like smoke. "So, you aren’t an omega?"
Why does she think that I am an omega? Not just her, many others think too.
I straightened quick on the velvet sofa, messy bun slipping further loose with stray tendrils framing my flushed face, emerald stare locking hers defiant and unyielding. "I am an alpha. Why are you asking that?"
Can you see that? I am confident about my gender. There is no way you can know that I am a eunuch.
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